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mama_kestrel) wrote2017-11-05 10:06 pm
mama_kestrel) wrote2017-11-05 10:06 pm
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A True Original
Yesterday I went to see friends out of town. So this morning, being in range of a grocery that doesn't have stores where I live, I went shopping before heading home. It was quite crowded, and everyone spent a lot of time saying "excuse me" or waiting whilst the person ahead of them collected something from a shelf. I was looking at a display when I heard a bicycle horn.
That's right. An old-fashioned horn of the type that used to mount on a bicycle, with a rubber bulb that made it honk. It was wielded by an elderly woman. Wispy white hair. White Aussie hat cinched up under her chin. Flannel shirt printed with Tweetie Bird. Flannel lounge pants printed with penguins. Turquoise blue moccasins. Absolutely ear-to-ear grin and cackle at the way I'd jumped. "Needed you to move!" she said. And off she trundled, gathering her groceries, announcing her progress with that horn.
That's right. An old-fashioned horn of the type that used to mount on a bicycle, with a rubber bulb that made it honk. It was wielded by an elderly woman. Wispy white hair. White Aussie hat cinched up under her chin. Flannel shirt printed with Tweetie Bird. Flannel lounge pants printed with penguins. Turquoise blue moccasins. Absolutely ear-to-ear grin and cackle at the way I'd jumped. "Needed you to move!" she said. And off she trundled, gathering her groceries, announcing her progress with that horn.