bridgecity's Diaryland Diary

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Regular Day

The drunk beggar who sits under the overpass by the first stoplight on my way home from work, the one my boss sometimes says "He has better clothes than ME!" had found a 1x2 plank of wood and was throwing a rock up in the air and swinging at it with the 1x2 like a baseball bat. He tried over and over but never hit the rock, which if he did would have gone right out into one of the surrounding lanes of traffic.
At the grocery store I arrived just in time to witness an older black woman realize that her car had been stolen out of the parking lot. A large crowd of people gathered around her and thought she was just confused but swore that her car was gone, then began accusing her husband of taking it. I went in to pay my bills and the same woman walks up to a guy and asks him if he got the Kanye tickets yet. To which he replied that he hadn't gotten enough social security this month, but next month for sure.
On the way home from the store I saw a woman pushing one of those double-baby strollers up a massive hill. She was going so slowly and was sweating and heaving. The road didn't have any sidewalks so she was doing this on the side of the road as cars were swerving around her. The city probably figured nobody was going to be walking up this hill so they never put sidewalks there. But this woman was doing it anyway.

6:06 p.m. - 2008-03-28

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