today started off all backwards.
i went to work thinking i had a shift at 9 am when really i didn’t. it was more of a relief than an annoyance, since i live about five minutes away from where i work. it was an easy job to go back home and back to sleep.
a few hours later, i met up with liz and we had coffee at jimmy’s (but only after trekking through howling, merciless winds, liz shielding the fancypants hairdo she had done for a high society event later in the evening). the barista was pretty cool and joined in on our conversation on vegetarianism (he happened to be vegan himself). other topics of conversation included my plans to start an out-and-proud lesbian organization at my all boys school (imagine the humour), eating art (it’s actually called eating art – you study the ways people eat) and general life, complete with love and loss.
i also had a pretty good butter tart.
we left at around 4 p.m. and the first half of my walk home was fine. the rain from earlier in the day had cleared up and florence and the machine’s ‘between two lungs’ was playing in my ears.
then it began storming; torrents of rain came out of nowhere. swift and strong, the drops kept coming until i was completely soaked and angry at the world. i was so close to escaping the storm; i’d be at my house in a couple of minutes.
the light changed to green and as i crossed the street, some tall young man came up to me and said,
‘would you like to share an umbrella?’
he had a french accent and the umbrella was pretty big, so i said yes.
my tragic suffering and pathetic slouch in the rain must’ve pulled at his heartstrings.
he walked me to my house, where i said goodbye and headed for the back door.
i never got his name, but now he knows where i live…