I'm Fine
Strolling towards Waverley Station this evening, on my commute back from Edinburgh, I became aware - blaring iPod rendering everything else as visual - of a woman offering me a leaflet.
"I'm fine," I said, making the usual these aren't the droids you're looking for hand gesture as I approached, thinking it's a little early for the Fringe.
Then my brain got 'round to processing the fragments of audio that made it through the iPod filter, and the last couple of bits in the buffer came out as, "...eternal damnation."
Passing now, I glanced closer at the leaflet and saw the usual god-botherage wrapped around one of those k-razy dinky christo comix.
"I'm really fine," I said with a little more volume. And I meant it, too.
"I'm fine," I said, making the usual these aren't the droids you're looking for hand gesture as I approached, thinking it's a little early for the Fringe.
Then my brain got 'round to processing the fragments of audio that made it through the iPod filter, and the last couple of bits in the buffer came out as, "...eternal damnation."
Passing now, I glanced closer at the leaflet and saw the usual god-botherage wrapped around one of those k-razy dinky christo comix.
"I'm really fine," I said with a little more volume. And I meant it, too.