As I walked along the High Street, heading towards the town center I could see.... oh dear, how can I put this? There's this guy, must be in his sixties, some days I've got off the bus at around seven in the morning and I'd see him waiting for the Co-op to open and if I went in for whatever, he'd be by the checkout talking nonstop nonsense at the poor checkout woman, it's so embarrassing, and my the time I got served and away I'd be seething. Where's the care for these people? It seems as though his wife lets him out with the cat in the morning and he returns back home when he's tired, or hungry, or both.
Well, as I walked along the High Street, there he was, plastic carrier bag in hand, he'd just exited the Tesco Express, was ambling into Costcutters and by the time I'd got to the Town Center he was heading for the Co-op. Maybe he's given a shopping-list and knows just what he can get from each store so as to maximise the amount of shops he goes into. What a life. Whatever, on-wards and downwards. The walk out of town is slightly downhill. I've going downhill for years but that's another story.
Walking on, I could see a young man ahead of me pushing a buggy but he was walking so slowly and as I approached him he'd drew level with a lamp-post, I would hold back for a moment to let him pass through the narrow space and then nip by I thought, and then suddenly , he did a U-turn and I came to a halt, He looked up at me with an almost trance-like expression on his face. Was he waiting for someone? A wife? Girlfriend? He certainly wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. He smiled and apologised, I just waved it away. "No worries mate" I told him, got my legs into gear and made hot-footed it to my destination. I didn't want much, truth be told, I'm probably only doing for something to do, it gets me out of the house for a few minutes, can't say that I NEED to do this and then, maybe at my age, the exercise is doing me good, it's a fair old trot there and back, no matter, soon I was walking back the way I came and was heading home.
Have you ever seen people, riding a bicycle with a dog on a lead? Well, there was one coming toward me, on the path, as I made my way back. The dog was a young cream Labrador, he was pulling this guy all over the place, I had visions of him, his dog, and that bike ending up in one tangled heap in the road, couldn't feel sorry for him but what about the dog? And then it came to me....
Why not attach the lead to the front of the bike? If the dog wants to pull, and the owner is just too lazy, ignorant stupid whatever to train the dog, then let him pull, what harm could THAT do? Then, when the dog is done with pulling, let him trot, or walk even, along side, safely. People!
I try to remember to pay the public toilet a visit as I pass by on my way out of town, me and my bladder :hurt:, this I'd done and was toying with the idea of going in on my way back but as I walked into town I could see that old man, standing in the entrance, With his hood pulled over his face and his head down like he had no place to go. How desperate is that? It was such a sad site and it makes me so angry, and guilty, and I resent that. In how many towns and villages, CITIES even, is that scene being played out? I wonder. Where is the care? I know, my attitude regarding that old man might make me seem a bit of a hypocrite. I just walked on by and headed homewards. It won't be too long, I think, before I tell him " please! Just go... away. " I try to be patient tolerant etc. But it shouldn't be that way. I'm sorry, really, I am.