Dec 21, 2004 03:01
When a child is born, a father is born.
That sounded so good when I read it off a card at the bookshop. It doesn't sound so good now. I'm probably misquoting someone right about now. :P
Bumped into Jules at cafe. What are the chances. I'm so knackered right now I can't even elaborate. Later.
Jules, if you're reading this, your girlfriend is purtty. :D
I had some really good ideas earlier about what to write but forgot about them.
A drunken, scruffy looking 40-ish white guy, seemed like a vagrant beggar, with a cut lip and a bruised left eye asked for food on the train. No one gave him any. I gave him my half packet of chips and half bottle of Diet coke.
Me: Sorry, I heard you ask that lady for food. I don't have money but you can have this.
Vagrant: Oh thank you dear. Thank you...You don't have money? Here, I have some. (Tries to give me several dollar coins.
Me: Oh nooo, I meant, for you. I don't have spare change to give to you.
Vagrant: Are you sure? I want you to get home safe. I don't need the money.
Me: Noo. Really.
Vagrant: Okay. Thanks for the food. Advance merry Christmas to you then!
Sometimes some people are too beautiful for words.