Tuesday, October 25, 2011

daring

Good day,

This morning, I saw a man while walking to school.  A quick visual assay resulted in the following estimates about this man:  mid-40s, white, thin but not necessarily athletic, balding, well-groomed goatee, lunatic.  I was walking down a hill, he was walking up the same hill pushing a three-wheeled wagon.  Lounging in the wagon was a trio of shaggy, moppish shih-tzu dogs, a panting, squirming mat of curious hair.  In the several tense seconds it took me to realize what he was carting about, I had fixed my eyes intently on his fuzzy strollered cargo, much to the man's dismay.  He said to me, dripping venom, "How dare you!" and walked hurriedly away.

To the diversity of life,
walter