Friday, 13 February 2009
friendly neighborhood girls hat man
there is a little old man in my neighborhood
he sits at the bus stop right by the library.
sometimes i see him going to tesco's.
he uses a walker because he cant walk very well..
and its obvious that he cant see very well..
he shuffles along very slowly.
he wears a lovely brown tweed coat.
lovely tweed trousers.. a grey scarf...
perfectly respectable brown boots.
and a lavender and pink sparkly hat.
i am positive he has no idea that
he is wearing a girls hat..
i dont know if his granddaughter left it over one day?
and its become the mix-up of the century?..
if shes wandering around the playground
wearing a tweed cap and no one is saying anything?
i feel bad for him .. but it also makes me very happy.
i dont know why.