survival

 

just when you thought you've seen everything in this climate of joy right now, another day comes along and pulls that ol' chair from underneath you once again.

It's official: I really don't care what anyone does to get by right now; short of breaking the law.

I am so over lock down, so beyond caring. The latest phenomenon is stores putting a table at the entrance so, technically, they are not open to customers in the store, but they are open for service.Their store is their living, so knock yourself out.

so, I thought I shall support this store I just so happen to come across so I knock on the table.

and wait a minute. So I knock on the table and wait even longer. Keep in mind, it was a long store. I thought he might be on the phone out the back

I thought, I'd give it one last loud knock and I've tried my best - can't do better than that. Mid - knock and a man walks in a hurried manner towards me with a curt look on his face

"Mate! can't you read the...."

I look down in front of the table and see a piece of cardboard. I pick it up and on the other side, written in large letters with marker,

"please ring bell for service"

the man's look has transformed into a strange blend of bewildered and annoyed as he glanced around the table. He then looks up at me - defeated.

"Jesus! I don't know who has done this, but someone has racked off with my bell!"

the lengths you have to go to to try and survive in this day.