Solus
01-21-2007, 01:03 PM
This is my first field report. It’s one that ends in failure, but I’d just like to relay it to you in the hopes I might get some good advice on what I did wrong or could have done better.
It was the end of a night of clubbing and I’d decided to call a taxi and pop into the nearest kebab shop to grab a burger. I’d deliberately left early as the club night was just awful and I wanted to get home. The shop was almost empty but I noticed a two set to my left as I entered. 2 girls dressed in black, one a HB the other not so.
Once I’d placed my order another couple walked in (guy and girl) so I engaged them in a friendly conversation until my food was ready. Once I had it I decided that I’d wait to tuck in and open the two set instead.
S: Excuse me, you look like you might know the answer to this. I have to leave in a second but I need to get some quick fashion advice from you… Do brown and black go together?
Them: Not really
S: The reason I ask is because I saw a girl tonight with a black top on and black jeans, but with a brown belt, brown shoes and a brown handbag. Now to me, those colours don’t go at all.
notsoHB: Oh no.
S: I didn’t want to be rude but I had to go over and ask her. She explained that brown and black don’t typically go, but that it’s perfectly acceptable to mix black clothes with brown accessories. (Pause) I’m not saying I’m a fashion guru or anything but I just can’t work that one out.
notsoHB: You are totally right
HB: I like what you’re wearing.
(I am wearing a striped white and purple shirt, purple dusted paisley pattern tie and a black t-shirt on top that reads ‘I used to listen to N-Sync when they were underground’ I also have a flashing dummy around my neck.)
S: Well thanks. (To notsoHB) I thought you girls would know about this stuff. I much prefer a girl to wear all black like you’ve got. It’s very couture.
She looks bewildered but impressed.
notsoHB: What’s that?
I look her up and down as if taking in her whole outfit.
S: It’s a form of dressing associated with high fashion and elegance. French women are famous for it. They wear black as a base and build an outfit around it.
She beams.
HB: Can I have your flashing dummy thing?
S: No, it’s mine. I don’t give this shit away for free.
She puts her hand on me
S: I’m not free either. That’s £10 please.
HB: Haha, you’re funny. I love N-Sync.
S: Hey, I loved them first! A lot of people don’t even know about their underground, underground, first album. Find your own band.
HB: Just Timberlake is so hot
S: Yeah, I taught him a lot
notsoHB: Is someone’s phone ringing?
It turns out my phone is ringing, so I get it out of my pocket noticing that HB has her phone in her hand.
S: Jeez, could you not even wait for me to leave before you started calling?
They both crack up. I see it is my taxi that has phoned so I’m on a tight schedule now.
HB: That’s cute. But I don’t have your number; so maybe I should take it down - even if I’m only doing it to boost your ego.
S: Well I’m sorry but I don’t give my number out to girls. (Her mouth opens in shock) I’ll have to get yours.
HB: That’s a shame because I don’t give my number out to guys.
S: Then we’ll never get in touch and you’ll simply have to miss me.
I hold my phone up in front of me as if to take it down but she is simply not forthcoming with the number. She says she can't. Since I have to leave I finish with. ‘Well it was nice meeting you both’.
I swing open the door of the kebab shop and walk out into the cold night air. As the door swings back I overhear the HB say something along the lines of ‘He totally made my night, I loved him’.
'Then why didn't you give out your number?' I think to myself as the door shuts.
[Did she have a boyfriend she was actually really loyal to, or did I just stuff up by feeding her the line 'I don't give my number out?']
It was the end of a night of clubbing and I’d decided to call a taxi and pop into the nearest kebab shop to grab a burger. I’d deliberately left early as the club night was just awful and I wanted to get home. The shop was almost empty but I noticed a two set to my left as I entered. 2 girls dressed in black, one a HB the other not so.
Once I’d placed my order another couple walked in (guy and girl) so I engaged them in a friendly conversation until my food was ready. Once I had it I decided that I’d wait to tuck in and open the two set instead.
S: Excuse me, you look like you might know the answer to this. I have to leave in a second but I need to get some quick fashion advice from you… Do brown and black go together?
Them: Not really
S: The reason I ask is because I saw a girl tonight with a black top on and black jeans, but with a brown belt, brown shoes and a brown handbag. Now to me, those colours don’t go at all.
notsoHB: Oh no.
S: I didn’t want to be rude but I had to go over and ask her. She explained that brown and black don’t typically go, but that it’s perfectly acceptable to mix black clothes with brown accessories. (Pause) I’m not saying I’m a fashion guru or anything but I just can’t work that one out.
notsoHB: You are totally right
HB: I like what you’re wearing.
(I am wearing a striped white and purple shirt, purple dusted paisley pattern tie and a black t-shirt on top that reads ‘I used to listen to N-Sync when they were underground’ I also have a flashing dummy around my neck.)
S: Well thanks. (To notsoHB) I thought you girls would know about this stuff. I much prefer a girl to wear all black like you’ve got. It’s very couture.
She looks bewildered but impressed.
notsoHB: What’s that?
I look her up and down as if taking in her whole outfit.
S: It’s a form of dressing associated with high fashion and elegance. French women are famous for it. They wear black as a base and build an outfit around it.
She beams.
HB: Can I have your flashing dummy thing?
S: No, it’s mine. I don’t give this shit away for free.
She puts her hand on me
S: I’m not free either. That’s £10 please.
HB: Haha, you’re funny. I love N-Sync.
S: Hey, I loved them first! A lot of people don’t even know about their underground, underground, first album. Find your own band.
HB: Just Timberlake is so hot
S: Yeah, I taught him a lot
notsoHB: Is someone’s phone ringing?
It turns out my phone is ringing, so I get it out of my pocket noticing that HB has her phone in her hand.
S: Jeez, could you not even wait for me to leave before you started calling?
They both crack up. I see it is my taxi that has phoned so I’m on a tight schedule now.
HB: That’s cute. But I don’t have your number; so maybe I should take it down - even if I’m only doing it to boost your ego.
S: Well I’m sorry but I don’t give my number out to girls. (Her mouth opens in shock) I’ll have to get yours.
HB: That’s a shame because I don’t give my number out to guys.
S: Then we’ll never get in touch and you’ll simply have to miss me.
I hold my phone up in front of me as if to take it down but she is simply not forthcoming with the number. She says she can't. Since I have to leave I finish with. ‘Well it was nice meeting you both’.
I swing open the door of the kebab shop and walk out into the cold night air. As the door swings back I overhear the HB say something along the lines of ‘He totally made my night, I loved him’.
'Then why didn't you give out your number?' I think to myself as the door shuts.
[Did she have a boyfriend she was actually really loyal to, or did I just stuff up by feeding her the line 'I don't give my number out?']