
Taunting, of course I do.
"Here, take this one, I'm in no hurry".
I peered at him over the top of my glasses. He switched the 12 pack of Bud Light to his other arm and opened the door for me, "take it, really. I can wait".
For nine months I rode the train to work, pregnancy oozing from me at every available egress, and I can count on one hand the number of times people stood up and offered my swollen self their seat.
My calloused soul climbed into the back seat, "thank you so much, I mean, it's just that I am late for a funeral and I, I just don't know how to thank you". He smiled, moved the Bud Light again, and closed the door.
Cheers kind man, and thank you.
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Some days, I wonder how we as humans can treat each other so badly. It can be such a rude world. Then some redeeming soul with a twelve pack of Bud Light comes along and you think "Maybe we aren't so bad."
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