Monday, December 19, 2005

Am I Daniel?

Middle-aged, smartly dressed, full head of wavy hair, the man was walking behind me.

- I hate Americans and Brits
- Are you talking to me??
- DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME!!
- What??
- I AM MARRIED WITH DANIEL! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?!
- Eh...
- DON'T IGNORE ME. DON'T PRETEND I DON'T EXIST. I AM MARRIED WITH DANIEL.

He never stopped, he looked at me one last time, fuming, and walked briskly down the street.

I was left in a station full of people staring at me.

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