Macrolog
Next Time I’ll Watch Where I’m Going
I’m walking home from the theatre last night with my mum, and we’re making our way down the street to the terminus; the bus is stopped there, ready to pull away just before you get there. (As they do.)
We’re walking quickly, and we’re about thirty feet away when my mum decides to jog the final distance. So I follow behind her, picking up speed, but it’s dark and I don’t see a dip in the pavement in front of me. A dip in the pavement filled with dirty rain water.
Splash.
The bus actually waits for us, surprisingly, but I’m not exactly grateful. I squelch toward the stairs, keeping my head low. Don’t want to lock eyes with other passengers, at least one of whom will presume I’ve just peed down my right leg. (There are such things as puddles, asshole.)
That’s the second time I’ve drenched my feet in 48 hours. (Lets take a shortcut home across the grass, they said at half past six on Wednesday morning, forgetting that it had been raining quite heavily most of the night.)
But I forget all of that this freezing cold morning when a parcel arrives for me. Oh boy a parcel! A parcel containing a t-shirt and two back issues from Chunklet. Finally! I had written them off, when all the while they were inching their way across the globe by surface mail.
My shoes may be rotting, but I feel good.
Fri 03 Jan 2003 at 18:28 ·
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You are reading Next Time I’ll Watch Where I’m Going, a Macrolog entry by MacDara Conroy. It is filed under Journal, and was published in January 2003.
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