When reading headphone spottings threads, I had sort of thought how nice it would be to have a chat with an absolute stranger about headphones. Today, I had that conversation. I was on my way to the loo when I opened the door and suddenly, this bloak looked my way hungrily. Something is up I thought and surely, as soon as those thoughts lept into my morning-slowed brain,
"Hey, you can still buy those"? Came the voice from this rather normal looking 'the guy' who just happened to be eyeing me in the toilet. (To add to surprise, he had long hair and a ruck on his back or something strappy - a ranger perhaps, exploring the dark lands of Vanier College in YORK University).
"You can still buy those"? This time, he looked directly at my head and I figured it out... he was eyeballing not my prodesign glasses not perfectly tweezed brows, but my Koss PortaPro/KSC75 hybrids (The snap-the-KSC75-into-the-PortaPro-headband-mod).
"Yeah, got them 5 years ago somewhere", (afraid to mention the nearly Best-Buy-bad audio/video 2000).
"But now, can they still be bought"? He was eagre and I enticed him.
"I reckon so, but they may be hard to find... maybe if you order them". Probably Canada has never been as blessed as any developed English speaking country, even our friends down under are less ignored than we in the white north. (Funny saying that as we are as far north in Toronto as the very south of balmy Nice, France). North American perspectives are very askew.
"Yeah, those are great", said 'the guy',"they are cheapish and sound great". I was suprised. I have many times ridden in absolute anonymity when out in public with these Koss' but here was someone who knew the power I carried... yet, he noticed it in the somewhat threatening space of the toilet.
"For the money, they are probably one of the best", I admitted. He turned and to go.
"Cheers", said I still taken aback.
"See you again". This had me a little suprised. See me again? How does he know this? Perhaps this is a very deep Canadian expression that these immigrant ears are unused to or perhaps... he would seek me out ... a PortaPro stalker.
As he turned and disappeared out of the door, the strap that was over his shoulder showed itself "Bose". (Note, I have no such hate for Bose, just no love). On such a dark note, I hate to leave this message, but I have soup to mix, soup to eat and Utopia to play.