Unsafe New York: Part Thirty Four

JOB- HA HA, YOU'RE A WOMAN!
As I got of the train after being told to "go home to my girlfriend" I just walked around the city, observing to myself no signs of respite, no beauty and no peace. Everywhere were lies, deceit and fakeness. For a second I saw a beautiful picture: a guy was working. He was fully absorbed into his work and looked devoted. He was dragging a bag of some white stuff used for building, and after having dragged that heavy bag, he dropped it on the porch and sat down to rest. He was completely unaware of me. He wiped his forehead and sighted and said something in his language. I watched the rays of the setting sun on his covered with the beads of sweat brow and thought that this was so pristine. I came up to him and said: hey. What's up? He immediately regrouped and adapted a face one employs witt a small child or...a woman. "Hi, mommy" he said. He immediately started flirting with me. I was so tired of being so typecasted. So, I decided to say something new to him:
how's the job? I asked.
He said: what?
I said: the job, do you need help here? I know how to build, have build my floor, know how to use a drill, and a hammer, and a saw. I can lift and really want to get out of the restaurant business.
The guy looked at me with big eyes. He said to me, suddenly in a good English:
are you serious, mommy? Ok then, you should give it a shot. We need people. I got excited: was it really happening? So, I took a step closer to the guy and said: when should I come in and try? The guy looked at me as if I was crazy: mommy!
-Mommy wanted to know what he meant by the silent indentation of his brows. So, she asked: so, when can I come in? The man said, somewhat angrily: mommy, common now, go and let me work. You cannot do this job. You cannot lift. You cannot work. No, you cannot do this job. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was adamant: mommy could not do this job.
That was it.
I started walking away and as I walked away I turned around and said: you know, I would like for you to give me shot at least, before you decide to judge me as good or bad. I need a job badly. I walked away as the guy was looking at me with dissaproval and nodding his head.
When I turned around to see what he was doing, like a block later, he was still sitting there, nodding his head.