My weekend had been particularly hedonistic, and after surveying my apartment from under the covers I decided to head home to my parents to avoid cleaning, or more specifically to avoid not cleaning and it depressing me because I was so lazy, still trying to comprehend why people had two eyes I had to race to a main road to flag down a taxi to bring me to the bus station, I arrived just in time to see my bus depart and crumpled to the ground in self pity and general knackerdness, after collecting my thoughts which had begun, in a not so metaphorical sense, to turn into birds and fly away, I would have to wait two hours for the next bus,I went to the bus station cafe. I had only enough money for a cup of coffee not even for an over-priced juice drink and having enquired about the price of a croissant had to gingerly push it aside, it was pushed back with a warm smile and I said "Thank you", and well my faith in humanity was restored, it may sound silly, but it did. |