MONDAY…early, en route to the Park, I see a fella with droopy drawers coming towards me carrying what looks like a liter of Coke or Pepsi before ducking into an alcove.
As I’m about to pass I hear him say to a big bundle of blankets with feet sticking out..
.look what I found, and it’s almost full, the joy of his good fortune mewing in the moonlight. My own gratitude, fast asleep, is now wide awake.
LATER ON…a Sheepdog called Otis has moved into the neighborhood.
Otis, or O as he’s called, has a Beatle haircut, paws like surf boards and is the size of a Buick.
When I stopped to pet him, in his profuse exuberance, pinned me against my building. “Have we met?” I asked, as he yanked my mask down before licking my face.
I didn’t mind of course, but the rate things are going in the #METOO department, Otis might consider putting a lawyer on retainer.
WEDNESDAY…The Gap has been having their bi/annual Friends and Family Sale, so I bought a new baseball cap for Arturo, the Deli Man, who’s been looking sad lately.
When he appeared puzzled getting a present, I said, “I just want you to always remember Arturo, how special you are.”
I thought he was going to cry.
Instead, he gave me Brussels sprouts. 🙂
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