There are some mornings when it’s better do go back to bed and re-start the day. Today it was like that: I woke up as if I had a hangover. To be more precise, I woke as if I was still drunk. I did everything I had to do – God knows how! - before taking the children to school. As I walked pass my front gate I had the impression that something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. A few steps later I felt my left foot kind of uncomfortable. It made me laugh , I managed somehow to put on one boot of two different pairs. I can guarantee that they were very similar. No, they were not: one had pointed front, the other was square, but they were both black.
I went back inside and changed. Sometimes you just need to stop and look at what you are doing.
I went back inside and changed. Sometimes you just need to stop and look at what you are doing.
After I left the children in the school, I changed my top, put some make up on and, ensuring I had 2 boots from the same pair, I headed to the Library. I couldn’t help thinking and laughing of my two boots experience. Thank God no one saw me. As I was leaving the library I stopped at the door, where I had to press a release button located at a low level for disabled users. As I pressed the button, a voice behind me said:
-You move just like a bunny.
Wait a minute – I thought. I’ve heard that before. When I was twenty something there was this guy who obviously fancied me and kept saying that I looked like a bunny. One day I got fed up of being called a rabbit, so I ask?
- Why? Do I have big ears or a fluffy tail?
- No! – he said with surprise.
- Ok . So is it because I have big teeth? - I asked furiously. I have to say I was a bit direct those days.
- No – he said patiently. “It’s the way you move. You look just like a bunny.”
As I was about to throw my carrot right at his face, he quickly remind me.
-“A bunny”. “A Playboy bunny”.
- ohhhh! – I said with relief - “ a bunny... not a bunny - as in rabbit”.
As I looked behind me, I saw a lady, she didn’t look at all like someone who fancied me. I’d better think of a good answer. I’m not 20 anymore, she probably is making fun of me or my teeth.
- Pardon? – I said.
- You move so graciously, just like a bunny. A playboy bunny. You know, You probably have heard of them?
- Ohhh.
We walked onto the pavement together before going our separate ways:
- I once had a cafe – she said - and I had this girl who waited the tables for me. I have never seen someone waiting table like her, so graciously. You reminded me of her.
- Thank you.
I think it was the influence of the woman in the supermarket the other day, the right attitude, the shoulders held high...
As I crossed the road, I felt just like a swan, gliding through the cool water in a ballet move, to the eyes of the enchanted spectator...
Ouch! It was then that I tripped over something on the street, almost falling.
I guess today’s lesson is : Look up! But watch out for the things people throw on the floor. And check your shoes before you leave home.
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