Read some stuff last night about not residing in wicked folks dwellings, & also something about letting anger wrath, & screaming & abusive speech be taken away from you, this morning, so I set off to the centre commercial to get the days food with an even more positive attitude than usual. I met a beautiful siameese cat who id seen twice before, but this morning puss puss came over to say hey, & let me stroke it for a bit. I trundled off to the super market got some cheap rations, & paid up, I spotted a bakery which had a coffee machine so I qued up for a grand cafe creme, the sweet elderly lady not clued up on the workings of it started to make a small one, I noticed this and said, pardon madame, grande please she asked one of the other 4 assistance to help, eventually she came over still with a tiny cup & requested €1.20, thankfully the lady behind me helped out, speaking in french, the bakery lady then went back to fiddle with another small cup this time putting, what was I expect milk or cream into the upper section of the machine, she still couldnt work the blinking thing & called for backup again, eventually I got two small cups, one with a froth of milk, the other a black coffe, I was happy tho as I did get a sugar with each lol, I thank the helper behind & wished her a good day, in french, ...... I walked out of the mall, before exiting I glanced into a darkened bar/bistro not really sure & saw a blonde haired woman sat behind supping her beverage I gave her a pleasant grin & walked out, just after getting outside in the fresh air I clocked some seats outside said bar, with ashtrays, so I thought hey lets sit down sugar up my coffees & maybe if their still rubbish go inside & get another from this bistro, just as I took off the lid to the barely frothy coffee, goldy locks comes steaming out, screaming something at me, god knows what, but obviously not anything charming & meaning I wasnt welcome to sit where I was, I replied no comprehend three times & she continued to kick off I tried to explained with gestures I just wanted to put the sugar in my coffee that Id bought inside the mall I was sat outside of, she didnt understand or have a second to spare as her drink was surely going cold, I laughed at her constant barraged of anger, finished putting the sugar in my coffee, told her she to wind it in a bit love, still smiling, she errupted back into the bistro, I cleared up my waste, lidded up my coffees, got up, looked inside where I could see she was still fuming, I was still pissing myself with laughter, as was another lady inside, I gave another gesture as if to say I was only stirring my sugar in, went a few yards down by a bin where I wasnt outside her empty bar one established, wonder why, and rolled a ciggy, I enjoyed my only crutches I have caffeine & nicotine, a replaced the thought of this wicked women, with the thought of the nice lady helper at the bakery, now to walk 9 miles in the baking sun, if I get tired I will remember why im away.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 09:48:27 +0000