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Shared space... different reality
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Shared space... different reality Everyone lives in their own reality, even though we may all be sharing the same space... I recently visited my favorite burger restaurant. The place was jam packed. It usually was on, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays', where (obviously), any meal in this burger joint was , 2, for the price of 1. our table, the men (friends of mine), had food piled . We had enough food perhaps, for a family of 8- I would estimate. O ne of us had been bold enough to order 2 family meals. I ordered my usual double cheese burgers with onion rings and fries. It was too much food for any of us to consume comfortably in o ne sitting, but then again, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays' was never about comfort, but about consumption. Every other table in this restaurant was populated with families and groups of men and women and , laughing and enjoying similar<b> scenes </font></b>of gleeful, loud, and cheerful gluttony. As I was aggressively chewing through my second burger, I noticed a dark haired man in his early forties, walk towards o ne of the only empty tables, at the far corner of the restaurant. He wore a long grey, rumpled overcoat, draped over a dark blue suit and carried a large plastic bag in his left hand - the type they give you when you designer clothing. In his right hand he held his tray. He had ordered 2 hot and fries. He settled into the small, corner booth , placed his bag beside him, on the floor, right next to the wall and unbuttoned his overcoat. I glanced at him from across the room, as I opened my mouth (as wide as possible), to enable the burger to pass through my lips. He, reached out for a fry with his fingers. I began to chew off that piece of burger (too large for my mouth), when I paused, and thought to myself, 'Why would some get a hot dog, in this place, when 'their' hot , were notoriously poor?' I didn't mean that they were bad, but that they were not worth buying - when you had a choice to buy o ne of their fabulous burgers. My question was rhetorical - you'd buy that hot dog, if you couldn't to the burger. That's the only answer there could be. The only answer that made any sense. Especially on ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays'. I watched as the man in the rumpled coat, slowly, bit off a small piece of his hot dog. Another o ne of us at my table, would have swallowed that 'dog', in 1 or 2 bites. He slowly chewed and sipped from a bottle of water. I finished my burgers, rose from my seat, and carried my tray to where all the other trays were stacked. I then made my way towards the washroom and past the man in the rumpled coat. As I passed him, I reached into my pocket and placed a folded dollar bill, right next to the edge of his tray. He paused from his meal, looked down the bill and then back up me. I didn't say anything. Our eyes met and I simply nodded my head, and continued to walk. Upon exiting the washroom, I made my way back to my table, but (above the din and laughter and ruckus in the restaurant), I heard a voice, 'Sir... Sir... Sir!', in an ever increasing and frantic volume. I turned and looked where the voice was coming from - it was the man in the rumpled overcoat. He looked at me, smiled and mouthed the words, 'Thank you!', and nodded his head gently up and down, in gratitude. I nodded back at him and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign with my right hand. I stood there and smiled at him and from where I stood, I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded towards him again and made my way to my table... where the food was still piled , and the laughter filled my ears. But my heart was filled with sadness, least in that second. As I sat down, I glanced again at the man in the rumpled coat. He was staring at me and wiping tears from his eyes. I looked at him and smiled. O ne of my friends suddenly broke my gaze by asking me a question. I turned away from the man in the rumpled coat and towards my friend... to answer him .... "Pardon me ? What did you say? I wasn't paying attention", I looked back towards the man in the rumpled coat - he had left ... ©April 2018 Paul P. .......................................................................................................................................... Have you ever seen some who might be going through a rough time and tried to them out? Please share your stories . . . ... ...........................................................................................  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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4/30/2018 5:05 pm |
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Paul.... You're way too serious here bro. People r into stories about love and sex.. Lighten up! ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I've been back to that restaurant many times since then but I've never seen the guy in the rumpled jacket . . . ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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This was a nice departure from the usual sex stories that are posted. It’s also a reality check of how we can get so engrossed in our own comings and goings that we miss the struggles others are facing.
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A f f doesn't like the words one or two or I'm.. I don't know.... That's y parts of the story has those words misspelled. It was the only way A f f would let me put those words in. Whatever.... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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