Monday, 18 September 2017

Lucy's Odd Line.

Remember Lucy, the ex-Head Nurse from my dental practice who is now a serving wench at the coffee shop which I frequent? I walked up to the counter today and she said:

‘Hi. How are things with you? Sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else to say.’

That’s an odd opening gambit from a serving wench, don’t you think? It is. I have several theories as to what it might have indicated, but I don’t suppose any of them matter any more than I do.

(It’s quite a sobering experience to realise that you don’t matter. It’s even a little depressing, but I expect to get over that in the fullness of time.)

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