Chapter 3 cont'd

So i take off after my angry sister, thoroughly enjoying my coffee and cigarette. To my surprise she stops at a bus stop and sits down all prim and proper next to a very dirty man. I sit down on the other side of him and he starts looking back and forth between us with a smile on his face that tells me this is not going to go in a direction that my sister will like.
"Ooh!" He exclaims. "Fine young sisters I see. Can I interest you in some "Fun" with me?"
I EXPLODED into laughter, but my sister shrieks in terror, grabs my arm, and pulls me away down to the next bus stop. I think it's hilarious that he thought that that question could possibly work out in his favor.
The bus comes and we board it with what my sister deems as more "normal" people. I've never been on a bus like this, so I'm quite unsteady. As we take a corner, I nearly fall and reach out for the handles that almost everyone else is holding onto. Again, my sister is horror-stricken.
"Olivia! Don't touch that! Do you have any idea what could possibly be on that?"
And then she doused my hands in hand sanitizer. Everyone is staring at us, probably wondering if I'm "special" and this kind lady is taking me out for the day, and trying her best to keep me from licking the bus seats. Seriously, Christine is just too much.
We survived the bus ride to SoHo and we get off in front of these absolutely wonderful looking shops from all over the world. I can not wait to see this! I've never seen a store from Tibet before! I need some retail therapy. I don't know why it works, but it does. Maybe it's that brief moment when I slide my card and the little screen tells me that it approves of me. Thanks for that little bit of reassurance little screen, and I now have an awesome new boho chic journal! The kind that I'm sure Kate Hudson's dreams must fill. I shall chronicle my grand New York City adventures in this book. Goodbye Midwest, hello SoHo! I'm one of yours now!
So happy with my purchase I don't even pay attention to the next shop that we walk into. What the Hell? Is she looking at leather pants? Miss PETA USA is looking at awful, godforsaken, leather frickin' pants?! Leather pants are acceptable on rock stars and big fat biker dudes. She is neither.
"Hey Olivia!" She calls across the store. "Check out these awesome pants! I've wanted these for so long! We should both get some! They're only $285!"
Right. Let's talk about why not. 1. That's almost my rent 2. As previously stated, they are leather frickin' pants. I'm now having serious doubts about her knowledge of what leather is.