There is a woman that I see walking all over our neighborhood. Every day. She is tall, very thin, and always wears a scarf on her head. I think she's about 37 years old. Over the last few months, I have built up a story in my mind about her, and of course it is a romantic story in which this woman has cancer, no health insurance, and is forced to walk everywhere because she had to sell her car to pay for her medical bills.
On a recent weekend, I was outside in the yard, mowing the lawn, I think, when I saw her walking down the sidewalk toward me. I strategically mowed my way over to her, then paused as she approached, anxious to engage her and find out her true story. I said “hello” or “good morning” or some other greeting, and unbelievably, she walked right by me without even a glance.
Then she stopped, swiveled around and said to me in a voice with an accent, “Do you have a cigarette?”
I said, “No.”
She turned on her heel and walked away.
What a disappointment.
This is hilarious. I'm not sure why I find it so funny. Maybe that you had something so huge built up and how different reality turned out to be. Isn't that just the prefect example of real life? And the cigarette part tops it off.
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