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Several months back, a loose nail jutting out of a lamp post grabbed onto one of my favourite t-shirts and yanked a hole out of it.
Several weeks back, the soles of my favourite sandals came loose. Every step I took made a flop flopping sound.
Perhaps it was out of a lack of sleep that I decided to wear both of these items of clothing at once. My shoes flop flopped as I accompanied Ly to the restaurant where she was going to meet up with the blind people. She shooed me away before they showed up. I left and walked through the city streets. A soft, cold rain fell from the night sky, and coated my unkempt hair in a fine mist.
Sitting in a food court under the Galleries Victoria, I waited for Ly to finish her dinner. Shutters barred off the closed food outlets. I managed to find an empty corner with tables and chairs, so I sat there and started a book. As I read, I noticed other people appear out of the corners of my eyes. A middle-aged Indian couple chatted with an energetic familiarity. A pensive young woman sat alone, eating food in her work uniform.
My hair was still moist and hung limply over my forehead as I turned to the last chapter of my book. I was lost in the writing when I suddenly felt someone in front of me. It was the young woman. She placed a paper bag on my table, and tightly, kindly said, "it's not rubbish". I looked up at her. She said, "you can keep it", and hurried away before I could reply. It was filled with uneaten food. She thought I was homeless.
Today, I threw out my sandals and got my hair cut.
Several weeks back, the soles of my favourite sandals came loose. Every step I took made a flop flopping sound.
Perhaps it was out of a lack of sleep that I decided to wear both of these items of clothing at once. My shoes flop flopped as I accompanied Ly to the restaurant where she was going to meet up with the blind people. She shooed me away before they showed up. I left and walked through the city streets. A soft, cold rain fell from the night sky, and coated my unkempt hair in a fine mist.
Sitting in a food court under the Galleries Victoria, I waited for Ly to finish her dinner. Shutters barred off the closed food outlets. I managed to find an empty corner with tables and chairs, so I sat there and started a book. As I read, I noticed other people appear out of the corners of my eyes. A middle-aged Indian couple chatted with an energetic familiarity. A pensive young woman sat alone, eating food in her work uniform.
My hair was still moist and hung limply over my forehead as I turned to the last chapter of my book. I was lost in the writing when I suddenly felt someone in front of me. It was the young woman. She placed a paper bag on my table, and tightly, kindly said, "it's not rubbish". I looked up at her. She said, "you can keep it", and hurried away before I could reply. It was filled with uneaten food. She thought I was homeless.
Today, I threw out my sandals and got my hair cut.
posted by Gene at 9:26 pm
Oh... my... God. Gene this can't be true can it? :) An awesome tale to tell your grandkids someday.
I think that you should have taken it so that the lady would have felt that she did a nice deed for the day.Imagine how she would have felt when you gave it back :P
Hey Sina. I don't know about telling grandkids, but I told my grandma. She found it endlessly amusing and has already told everybody in the family... :P
Hello Myrtle. Don't worry, I didn't give the food back. She told me I could keep it before I had a chance to even look at it. I was almost tempted to eat the food as well... but thought I may as well salvage a bit of dignity and just left it.
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