The man and the bag
At my way home from school today I saw this rather cute man. Yes, I know I called the man cute, but at the same time I feel bad for him. Thinking about what other persons might think of him.
It was blowing rather though, and these women had to pack their jackets tight around them to keep warm, and keep a hand on their head to nut ruin their "perfect" hair. These "posh" women always fascinates me, what makes them behave like this? Suddenly I saw a man, in a shorts and t-shirt. He though it was summer. And at first I didn't get what he was up to, but it turned out he was trying to bake his plastic back fly my using the wind. And he was so happy every time he managed to fill it with air, but then he turned back the way he was walking and all of the air went out of the plastic bag. But he didn't get angry, sad or frustrated, he just turned around again and filled it up yet again.
This was a fantastic sight. An old man playing like a child. I wanted to go to him and give him a hug, but he seem like a drug addict or alcoholic, which kind of scared me. Yes, they are normally nice to me, but you never know when how they will react if you say you have to go. I have experienced both people who have said a nice good bye and people who have made me stay and talk with them, if I didn't want trouble that is.
Incidents like this is what makes the world a pure and happy place.
It was blowing rather though, and these women had to pack their jackets tight around them to keep warm, and keep a hand on their head to nut ruin their "perfect" hair. These "posh" women always fascinates me, what makes them behave like this? Suddenly I saw a man, in a shorts and t-shirt. He though it was summer. And at first I didn't get what he was up to, but it turned out he was trying to bake his plastic back fly my using the wind. And he was so happy every time he managed to fill it with air, but then he turned back the way he was walking and all of the air went out of the plastic bag. But he didn't get angry, sad or frustrated, he just turned around again and filled it up yet again.
This was a fantastic sight. An old man playing like a child. I wanted to go to him and give him a hug, but he seem like a drug addict or alcoholic, which kind of scared me. Yes, they are normally nice to me, but you never know when how they will react if you say you have to go. I have experienced both people who have said a nice good bye and people who have made me stay and talk with them, if I didn't want trouble that is.
Incidents like this is what makes the world a pure and happy place.