This afternoon I walked down to a shop and on my way home I passed a woman sitting on the curb.
"Nice day," she said.
"Beautiful," I agreed.
Staggering up ahead of us was a drunk man. He turned around to see where the conversation was coming from. Then turned to keep walking, waved his arm and slurred, "Praise the Lord!"
I caught up to him and started to pass him. He slurred something else to me.
"You're looking for drunks?" I repeated back to him.
"Yeah."
"Good luck," I said as I kept walking.
"You a drunk?" he asked.
"Nope!"
He congratulated me, "Good for you!" and sent me on my way.
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2 comments:
You have a gift with words, Karen. I really like that piece of writing in your sidebar. And I really like having you for a neighbor and friend!
Kendra
That was a hillarious post Karen - the whole interaction and how you wrote it out... :o) Fernie
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