Things you see in the street
Last night I was coming home from some emergency shopping, and it was snowing heavily. The street was deserted except for a young man of twenty or so, and as I came by he bent over to scoop up some snow. I stopped to look (and to make sure that the snowball would not be aimed at me as I went past - just in case, since I could not see anyone else within snowballing range). The lad straightened up, completed his snowball, and, snowball in hand, marched into the local Indian restaurant. At this point I'd got really curious - I was half certain that he intended to surprise someone with it, and wanted to see it; and the restaurant had fairly clear windows, through which you can see if you don't worry about being embarrassed. I watched him through those windows, and I saw him ask one waitress, and then go up to another - a very pretty one - and hand her the snowball.
It's a funny old world, all right. Some of us romance girls by giving them flowers or chocolate, some give poetry, some perfume. But it was the first time I ever saw a young man give a pretty young woman a snowball.
It's a funny old world, all right. Some of us romance girls by giving them flowers or chocolate, some give poetry, some perfume. But it was the first time I ever saw a young man give a pretty young woman a snowball.