Saturday, May 05, 2007

What she saw

We were just standing at the bus stop, waiting for the 267 into town, and suddenly this man appeared. An unsavoury sort of man with overexcited colouring.

He strode in front of the bus bench seat, ripped open an envelope, pulled out a fistful of blue charity pens. He passed two pens each to the old ladies, and gave one for Rab and me to share.

Pen supply exhausted, he crumpled the envelope into his fist, and swished to the outside of the glass shelter.

The old women looked at each other and shrugged, nonplussed by the strange behaviour and thrilled at the prospect of a new, free plastic pen.

The bus came, and we all got on with our pens in our purses as if nothing had happened.

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