Friday, 23 January 2009

Brutal omnibus epiphany

On the bus, just now:

Small girl and her mother, two seats in front of me.

Small girl becomes mesmerised by the Pret baguette I have just unfurled (with a flourish).

(JESUS CHRIST, WILL YOU PEOPLE STOP SNIGGERING. IT'S NOT CLEVER.)

Small girl – glazed-eyed with envious awe – waves her arms dumbly in my direction. As well she might.

Mother turns.

"Yes. That man has a sandwich."

Words that chilled me to the very bone. Who the hell is she talking about?

That man?

Oh. That's me. Bugger.

This is the way my youth ends
This is the way my youth ends
This is the way my youth ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

3 comments:

acraig said...

Better than "that woman has a sandwich"...

David said...

Or, to be frank... You'd prefer, 'Yes, that boy has a sandwich.' ?

Billicatons said...

I don't think it's a matter of preference, David. It's a matter of cognitive dissonance.

Ally, yes, I suppose I'll grant you that.

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