Spotted a hippy geezer walking about town the past few days wearing sandals, bearded up with a small rock placed on his head (serious). I have seen him queuing in shops, drinking coffee in Nero, and just generally hanging about but always with the rock on his head. When he walks, he walks real slow and carefully and he never takes it off. Had to catch an early train this morning and there he was waiting on the same platform as me, smoking a fag and yes with the same ole rock balancing on his nut. We boarded our train, sat down and as we pulled out with a slight lurch the rock slid off. He immediately placed it back on his head and looked about guiltily as though he had just been caught with a packet of bacon shoved down the front of his pants in Tesco. Ahhh I thought. Its not super glued and its not a weird growth so Like a cat curiosity got the better of me I decided I just had to ask him what its all about. Hello mate. I Said Whats the deal with that rock on your head? He sighed, looking sad, replying. Its all about balance. I suffered a severe nervous breakdown last year and completely lost my head. The rock keeps me sane and on the straight and narrow. With the rock on my head I am always conscious of maintaining not only my physical balance but mental balance too. The world is too fast for me. With the rock on my head I have to walk slowly, think slower and it keeps me calm. Where are you going now? I ask. He replies. I am going to a job interview, I am not a mean person and I am very aware of other peoples problems (Weve all got them) but I seriously cannot contain myself. I howl with laughter. That old proverb rings in my head....Walk a mile in another mans shoes before you are quick to judge him. This is a whole new ball game. Try walking that mile in this mans shoes but with the added hinderence of balancing a rock on your head. This is the funniest but saddest thing I have come across all this year. I wish him luck on his journey (even though that journey will probably take three times as long as anyone elses.) I compose myself and apologise profoundly. He cuts such a sad, dejected lonely figure but I cannot stop giggling. Its ok he reassures me. I see the funny side too, your the first person to talk to me in two days. My heart sinks. It gets worse we are then interrupted by the ticket inspector. Tickets please. he says. I produce my ticket but the way the rock balancing hippy is looking looking at me I know he doesnt have one. Where are you heading mate I say Im skint. He replies The interviews in Brighton. I buy him his ticket, slip him £10 wishing him all the best at his interview and get of at the next stop. As the train pulls away The rock slips of his head again. And the job interview..???.....Telesales agent in Brighton...shouldnt be too much of a problem...everyone deserves a chance.......
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 09:44:28 +0000
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