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Saturday, November 18, 2006  i wasnt really getting wet, since it was hailing so much - it hurt and i thought of marty mcfly as i was thrown by the wind while i remembered the time in mexico city - 2km from home and no way to get there but just to take a deep breath and a few calming still silent thoughts before you step into it and just keep on going - just get through it - you can only get so wet i stopped in the pub which is situated half way between my work and my train station and for a spilt second as i open the old wooden door to step into the old wooded room and smell that dying smell of pubs - the smell of facing the truth and not giving our friends a hard time when they have the time courage and honestly to admit to finding it hard and realising the abusrdity of what a man must to do simply exist in this world of ours- its not easy, and we should all be congradulated for doing so well so far - and thats where pubs come into it - so with this in my head, i remove my soaked paperboy hat and a few hail stones fall on the pool-table-green carpet - and i check out my demin and i realise i could order a beer while i wait for the hail stones to pass and take one more step towards your perfect life - instead i say no - i ask for the street press that is released wednesdays and take two copies and use them as umbrellas as i continue along the last of the flooded road the hail had stopped, but now it was just cold rain and that relentless wind that had me up against a wall at one point - i felt like that augie march song no one really remembers or pays any attention to - a police car drove slowly by and i see one of them take a look at the semi mad man running through the puddles like marty mcfly with a soaked and pulpy newspaper on his head - and i shout "hey man! give us a lift!" as they speed up and drive away, somehow creating even more puddles to run through and jump over - it's like a dance i get to the train station and thank jesus chirst almighty i didn't miss my train - i take the newspaper off my head and start to read it - it's not easy, standing up inside a moving train, with my groin in a little old lady's face, and my arse in the face of some highschool student - but i get by - eventually the little old lady gets up to step off the train, and i notice that it stopped raining and the sun had came out - the platform glared - i wait a few seconds and when i notice no one else was up for it, i move to take her now-vacant seat - i was a little worried and reluctant about her bum warmth - but i needed a seat but there was an umbrella lying right next to it - and i thought about leaving it there, but the poor woman had my groin in her face for her whole trip, so i owed it to her to at least try and get it back to her - i picked it up and ran to the door - "excuse me!" i yelled in public - she didn't hear me but i got the attention of some other old lady wearing a kick-ass red jacket - i ordered her to "give this umbrella to that little old lady, she left it on the train" - she reluctently took it as the train doors automatically closed when i returned to my seat i saw a woman who looked like someone's mother who rarely travels by train - she had a look on her confused face and may have even said ".....oh..." "oh was that yours?" - i spoke quickly as a reactiong to what i had done, and sat down, feeling a natural pang of elucidation "it doesn't matter, it's okay, it doesnt matter" "oh shit, sorry about that, i thought it belonged to that little old lady" i swear i laughed at this point "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter" she kept saying - it was a crowded train, so she didn't want a scene - she just wanted to forget it - poor woman - she'll never ride on a train again, with people like me around ".....at least it's not raining any more." we left it at that - i felt proud of myself for not feeling too much embarrassment - i probably should have - but i felt great, laughed to myself and smiled - i thought about how i would tell my friends this story and make them laugh - and it felt great to have done something rather simple and nice, with it resulting in quite a strange comical and ridiculus situation but what really makes me love and laugh as i slap my knee and often lose it, is the thought of the two women on the glarey train platform that, thanks to me, shared an encouter together- that woman in the kick arse red jacket saying "excuse me, this is your umbrella" and the other saying "no it's not" ah yes, lets keep it up. posted by Simon Saturday, November 18, 2006 |
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