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I witnessed something quite depressing and very surreal today.
I don't really feel like discussing it with anyone i know in real life, so I'm telling you lot.It's been a long day so I apologise in advanced if it's a bit of a mess.
I arrive at the bus stop. I'm going to work. There's a woman there, no one else. Mid Fifties, overweight, scruffy looking. Her. Not me.
I live in a rough area so this is par for the course. For fear of conversation i avoid eye contact, vacantly staring at the screen of my smartphone. She gives me the once over before turning to face the other direction.
She's got a couple of unbranded blue plastic bags, probably a carry-out from the paki shop up the road, i think to myself. She's wielding a bunch of flowers of varying colors wrapped in violet paper, the sort you'd get from a garage forecourt. Before i have a chance to think about it, my phone beeps,
>Dave Bairnshaw shared a link
>Win a free Ipad....
Fuck off Dave Bairnshaw.
Suddenly my attention is back on the woman. She's put her bags down on the ground and, flowers in hand, is standing on the edge of the pavement. Her head is tracking the approaching Bin lorry. It's going a fare rate. She steps off the pavement, onto the road, and into the path of the lorry. I'm frozen in time. Unable to move. I know instantly what she's trying to do.
Not to sound cliche but, time really did stop, and quickly started again with the horrific screeching of breaks. I was still frozen in place as the lorry came to a stop only inches from her face. She stood still, shoulders hunched, for only a moment before moving around to the cab and trying to offer the flowers to the driver. He gave her a brief earful of abuse before driving away. She hobbled back to the pavement, this time she was the one avoiding eye contact with me. Not being able to muster anything more significant, I asked her if she was alright.
"Aye, I'm fine, I just wanted to give the flowers to the driver."
I couldn't think of a response, and didn't have to, as the bus arrived, and she got on it. It was my bus too, though I decided to wait for the next one.
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