God bless me.
Walking home from work today, a van that I had just stepped out in front of made what looked like an unplanned turn onto Royal St behind me and began rolling slowly alongside me as I was walking. I figured I was about to get an earful for being a bad pedestrian, so I ignored the man waving out his window. He persisted.
The man, possibly a contractor of some sort, red-faced, dirty hair and clothes, beat up van, was now hanging almost completely out the window while trying to keep his van in my peripheral vision. I took out my earphones, looked at him, raising my eyebrows slightly to indicate that I was prepared to listen, and continued walking:
“… I said I think your moustache is great”
“Oh… thanks”
“I haven’t seen one of them in… say, how old are you?… if you don’t mind”
“24″
“Wha… Woah… < long pause > … God bless ya’”
“Oh… thanks”
“I haven’t seen one of them in… say, how old are you?… if you don’t mind”
“24″
“Wha… Woah… < long pause > … God bless ya’”
… and he drove off.
God Bless Me? Sure. Why Not?
God Bless Me.
