A man pushing a pram had said something to him as he ran by and he hadn't heard a word that the man had said.
Man repeated himself.
Nope! didn't catch a word of it.
"Whatever" He thought to himself.
On-wards, and in this particular sorry tale, down-wards.
He could have said " you've dropped your wallet ", not that he ever owned or used a wallet. Or " your pants are on fire " he wouldn't have known. Maybe he needs to slow down. It's as though he's on a mission when he's out but in a way he is. When his feet are in the street he doesn't dawdle. Same with when he's shopping,be it Lidl's or Asda's, he knows what he wants he knows where everything is and rarely is a minute ever wasted. Although the location for his latest disaster happened to be the public Library.
This Saturday morning went, and was going, just like any other without the slightest variation. Got off the bus in Stugely, Walked to the public toilets then another short walk to a pelican crossing. All done at breakneck speed of course. Missing everything, if ever there might be anything to miss, and seeing nothing. He pressed the button waited for the little man to turn green and within seconds he was dashing across the road and heading back in the direction he'd come from toward the Library. Ohhh man, the Library.
As he went striding through those automatic doors a woman was walking towards him. She could have been suffering a bout of wind, he supposed, with hindsight he pondered the possibility. Maybe she'd been laughing at him although he couldn't think what she might have found amusing. All he knew was that there she was, looking him straight in the eye and firing him the loveliest smile. A " hey! how're y'doin? The sun is shining and isn't life wonderful." kind of smile. And what did he do? He just frowned, stoneyfaced as ever, looked beyond her as though she wasn't there, and marched straight to the "non-fiction" section. Why does he do that? She hadn't deserved it. He certainly hadn't wanted it but it all happened so quickly and all he can do, having beaten himself up at his leisure, is make more mental " notes to self " but how does a person prepare for the unexpected?
Face the world with a smile perhaps. I don't think so. Be happy not miserable. Forget it. The only chance he has is to give people a chance and he can't, he just can't.
Apologies to those who read this. Yes it's a variation on a very boring theme but it's a weight off my shoulders and I feel better for having posted it.
I've described him as miserable on the premise that he doesn't appear to be very happy but then I don't think he feels miserable and maybe he is but he doesn't know it. Maybe it's selfishness. Maybe he's so tied up in his own little world and all that it entails that he forgets, has forgotten, that there's a world full of people out there who, in the course of their day to day 9 to 5, have time, are happy and willing even, to make the time, take the time even, simply to say Hi! Just ordinary folk like him,hanging in there doing whatever it takes.