When I went to pick up coffee this morning, there is some old guy who reads
the paper most mornings and then looks up from the paper, and if you are even
remotely looking anywhere in his vicinity, bitches unintelligibly to you (or
anyone) about newsprint getting on his hands. And you want to say, “Stupid
motherfucker, why don’t you just stop reading the paper then?” But he’s clearly
off, so you don’t dare. If you hurry up and change your line of vision, like you
were watching the TV and not looking at bitching mentally-off newspaper guy, he
turns around and starts watching TV too. It’s sort of sad, but it also sort of
tickles me—probably out of fear—because I know I am just mentally about one step
behind the guy. He should probably be in a now nearly non-existent State Home,
and I have to wonder how he gets up to the store. Hopefully the fucker walks or
bicycles and doesn’t drive. THE THOUGHT.
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If we knew all of the weird drivers, under-various-influences drivers, texting drivers, distracted drivers, elderly blind drivers on the road, we would never leave our driveways.
he should read the news online....
xxalainaxx
He prolly walks, mumbling at people as he passes them by... seeing you and giving you the mumbles and stares is prolly among the highlights of his day...
I think it's healthy to think that we are all one bad day away from being loony tunes. :)
Thanks for all of your comments. I still read every damn one of them.
Love,
SB
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