The kindness of strangers
by CarolineYesterday I dropped a lot of paperwork off at UIC, but before that I walked many figure-eights through this mazey lobby. I had on my winter coat and gloves and my new scarf, which is many bright colors and about sixteen feet long. I turned a corner and a boy with an elephant ear or Cinnabon or some shit nearly ran me down. He said, “Sorry, crazy scarf lady.” What a twerp.
It reminded me of this time we went to the playground during our last year of college. (At the time I was, what, 20 or 21 depending on the time of year.) Some middle-school boys stalked around the periphery and played at skateboarding while looking determinedly annoyed with the world. I ran to my car to grab my menthols and lit one. One of the boys hollered, “That lady’s got cigarettes!”
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