Photo Diary of a Psychopath on a Wednesday Afternoon

Today I was going to the library for a lecture, so instead I went to Chipotle.

I got a chicken salad with chicken on it.

I put hot sauce on it, even though it made me cry.

Here's another picture of my salad.

Here's a picture of the bathroom code from my receipt.

(Like a fortune cookie, except it doesn't lie to you.)

Then, it was time to go home.

So instead, I walked around Lower Manhattan and had the following conversation with various people:

Me:

 Can I take a picture of you?

Them: 

OK.*

*Direct quote.

Here are my results:

Participant may or may not be called Marvin.

Participants may or may not be called Tyreese and Favio.

Participants may or may not be called Justin Timberpond and Bruno Venus.

Participant may or may not be called after 9pm.

Participant may or may not be called while taking a shower.

Gwen (unconfirmed)

Henry (unconfirmed)

Henry (confirmed)

What surprised me the most is that every male I asked said yes, and that none of them asked, "Why?" or "What is this for?" or "How come you aren't wearing any pants?"

However, the following is a conversation I had with various female humans:

Me:

Can I take your picture?

FH:

No.*

*Direct quote.

Just something I took a picture of.

In conclusion: 

Girls are smarter than boys.