I saw an old lady, and when i say old...i mean without - any - teeth- left-on-her-jaws-old ! she was standing at the pump in the petrol bunk...holding what seemed like a few plastic packets of handkerchief's and fuzzy napkins - the ones they use to wipe windshields of cars. She looked uncomfortable, her eyes sad and shifty. It looked to me as if she was new to this...this profession.
It seemed like she once came from a good family that saw good times and now, suddenly with the loss of the breadwinner, she was forced to sell pieces of cloth for grains of food.
She seemed new to this business because she didn't get out of her way to sell the napkins, she just stood and turned her head this way and that. Her hair was well oiled and pulled back into a loose bun, a knot actually. Her tiny forehead had a thick horizontal white line that merged with her worries.
I contemplated buying her napkins...i then contemplated giving her money and not taking anything in return...
I didn't act on either...i just watched her and turned back to catch a last glimpse before the auto i was in rattled out of the petrol bunk.
It seemed like she once came from a good family that saw good times and now, suddenly with the loss of the breadwinner, she was forced to sell pieces of cloth for grains of food.
She seemed new to this business because she didn't get out of her way to sell the napkins, she just stood and turned her head this way and that. Her hair was well oiled and pulled back into a loose bun, a knot actually. Her tiny forehead had a thick horizontal white line that merged with her worries.
I contemplated buying her napkins...i then contemplated giving her money and not taking anything in return...
I didn't act on either...i just watched her and turned back to catch a last glimpse before the auto i was in rattled out of the petrol bunk.
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