Had to stop at Wally Whirled today to pick up a few things. As per my experience of watching shoppers attempt to park in close proximity to other cars, I headed to the end of the lot and walked in. Gave me more time to enjoy the last of my bowl of Fusilier's Ration, too. As I approached the edge of the parking lot, a woman headed towards me with great purpose, pointed her boney finger at me and said "What? Are you smoking?" and before I could formulate a suitable retort, her eyes went wide, she ducked her head down and and muttered something about the wrong train, or skipping meds, or something I couldn't really decipher, and scuttled off.
It just made me happy to be part of her world, if only for a few seconds.
It just made me happy to be part of her world, if only for a few seconds.