H: do you work at a nail salon?
E: no- do i look like it?
H: yes, but i don't know why
E: hm, well i sell bread to people and i help a man make money for his art program. i just moved here.
H: really, where are you from?
E: los angeles, i'm here bc it's too expensive to be there unless i live with my mom
H: you live w/ your mom?
E: no my mom is in l.a.
H: i bet you have a nice house, don't you?
E: no it's not that nice. i would say lower to middle class. but the neighborhood is nice. it's by the beach
H: oh, that sounds nice.

H: so you live by yourself?
E: no i have a roommate
H: who is your roommate? is it your older sister?
E: no it's one of my friends from los angeles
H: you have a nice house here?
E: we have a pretty good apt.
H: i bet it's nice a apt.

H: are you buddha?
E: no i'm not buddhist but my dad is and my mom believes in business
H: oh you aren't religious?
E: no, but i think i'm an okay person anyway
H: hm, yeah you are nice. i like your scarf
E: oh, it's a hooded scarf. i've been working on it for two years- can you believe it i'm almost done. feel it, it's soft.

H was a 15 yr old black girl, sandwiching me w/ her family at the trolley bench. i showed her and her sisters how to knit while we waited, and told them about alpacas (my yarn is baby alpaca) and how you can find these hairy camels in the mountains of south america.