On my way to lunch today, MissSeniorPisces and i got onto the topic of the classic Wizard of Oz with Judy Garland [i have no idea what sparked the conversation]. How we both wished we had red, ruby shoes and we could click our heels 3 times and disappear. THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. Then somehow the conversation steered towards relationships.
We continued to bitch about how some guys today, resembles the characters; the tin man with no heart, the lion with no courage and the straw man for straw for brains.
And we continued on about how freaky the wicked witch of the East looked and how it scared the living crap out of me as a kid. Seriously, that green make up and evil cackle would stir up nightmares and fears in anyone!
And we both agreed that by the time Dorothy got to Emerald City, it was just boring and how the Wizard irritated me pretending to be some huge, confident person [head], when in reality he was this scared little old man hiding behind a big mic and a fancy set up. Hmmm sounds familiar.
But that's not all... as we continued on to grumble about our lives and how crap we felt. A blind woman was walking the opposite direction. The lady mumbled something about directions and MissSeniorPisces went up to her to ask her what was wrong.
She needed directions to Aeon Bank. So being the nice individuals we are, our Wizard of Oz convo was put on hold and we put the needs of others ahead of our own.
As the poor blind lady gripped her sweaty hand on MissSeniorPisces' arm, i walked alongside her like a body guard. In fear that perhaps she WASN'T blind at all and was really out to mug both of us. And after we turned the corner, away from clear view of the public, this old woman would do some judo arm twist on MissSeniorPisces arm and bash me repeatedly with her walking stick... hahahah... hmmm.
Yes i know, that's so bad but with all the shit going on in both of our heads, negative thoughts and pessimism were on overdrive. And you can never be too careful nowadays.
And within those 5 or so minutes, we learned that the blind lady had just come from Brickfields and this was her first day out on her own without a chaperone. She hinted that she wanted to have lunch because she recommended the coffee shop beside the bank and wanted my colleague to join her. But we said, we were on our way to lunch. But once she made it up and down the steps... she said she was fine. And we bid our farewells.
And just like that, we felt like good citizens. We couldn't stop crackin' up over it during lunch and when i told her about how i thought she would bash me with her walking stick, she agreed and thought the same.
The optomist would say, that Life ain't that bad afterall, imagine losing one of your senses. Well whatever it is this avo two Pisceans did a good deed and for a brief moment, we felt like we made a difference in someone's life.
We continued to bitch about how some guys today, resembles the characters; the tin man with no heart, the lion with no courage and the straw man for straw for brains.
And we continued on about how freaky the wicked witch of the East looked and how it scared the living crap out of me as a kid. Seriously, that green make up and evil cackle would stir up nightmares and fears in anyone!
And we both agreed that by the time Dorothy got to Emerald City, it was just boring and how the Wizard irritated me pretending to be some huge, confident person [head], when in reality he was this scared little old man hiding behind a big mic and a fancy set up. Hmmm sounds familiar.
But that's not all... as we continued on to grumble about our lives and how crap we felt. A blind woman was walking the opposite direction. The lady mumbled something about directions and MissSeniorPisces went up to her to ask her what was wrong.
She needed directions to Aeon Bank. So being the nice individuals we are, our Wizard of Oz convo was put on hold and we put the needs of others ahead of our own.
As the poor blind lady gripped her sweaty hand on MissSeniorPisces' arm, i walked alongside her like a body guard. In fear that perhaps she WASN'T blind at all and was really out to mug both of us. And after we turned the corner, away from clear view of the public, this old woman would do some judo arm twist on MissSeniorPisces arm and bash me repeatedly with her walking stick... hahahah... hmmm.
Yes i know, that's so bad but with all the shit going on in both of our heads, negative thoughts and pessimism were on overdrive. And you can never be too careful nowadays.
And within those 5 or so minutes, we learned that the blind lady had just come from Brickfields and this was her first day out on her own without a chaperone. She hinted that she wanted to have lunch because she recommended the coffee shop beside the bank and wanted my colleague to join her. But we said, we were on our way to lunch. But once she made it up and down the steps... she said she was fine. And we bid our farewells.
And just like that, we felt like good citizens. We couldn't stop crackin' up over it during lunch and when i told her about how i thought she would bash me with her walking stick, she agreed and thought the same.
The optomist would say, that Life ain't that bad afterall, imagine losing one of your senses. Well whatever it is this avo two Pisceans did a good deed and for a brief moment, we felt like we made a difference in someone's life.
WELL DONE CHRISSIE!
4 comments:
for my own entertainment sake, i'm disappointed that she didn't really try to rob the two of you[s]. hahah.
i can't believe you put that picture in my head.
now each time i see any blind people with their walking sticks, i'm going to picture some them doing some Kung Pow moves yo!! *lol*
ms.redd: ahahhah... totally! I was crackin' up writing it and yea, i know it's bad but it's something you'd see in a movie with some old nana bustin out with the moves... wooOooooah.
haha yup yup!! prolly abit like that stallone cheesy movie where his mom could bust a few karate chops
ooooooOoooh i know... Stop! or My Mom will Shoot. Yea not exactly grammy nominee worthy... hmmmm.
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