tales from an ordinary world

2002-06-16

Every time I'm here, sitting outside the cafe on the street, the waiter or waitress always comments on how it's such a nice day to be sitting outside. "Certainly is," I'll reply. And it's true, too. I tried, in a very small way, to stop doing the same sort of thing I always do, and ordered huevos rancheros instead of my usual bagel. In between snatches of text from my book, I'd wolf down my food. People passed me by. Impatient cars swerved around ones stuck in the turning lane, only to get blared at from behind by somebody else speeding along. I popped over to the bookshop before making my weekly pilgrimage to Raoul Records. When I emerged, a cold mist had started to set in. People were walking a little more urgently, now that the weather was turning against them. I made my way up to the tram stop, glad I'd managed to catch the best part of the day.