Today seems to be a day full of auspices. Or at the very least, crazies. [sigh] They always come out on Presidents’ Day...what is it about Lincoln and Washington that inspires a grown man to ask me if I want to engage in the practice of throwing one’s arms around a side of beef? Or a shoulder of mutton, a haunch of venison well hugged...And he wasn’t even cute. Maybe it was just that side of the street. When I crossed Queen, I walked past an older gentleman whom I see in the library quite often. He keeps to himself, seems very sweet, and never has his hand down his pants, the last of which I can’t quite say about the vast majority of the library’s regulars. And when I passed this sweet older gentleman, he said quite distinctly, “Angeleye”. I’m still not quite sure if he was handing me a compliment, handing the nearby furniture Rent-a-Center a compliment, or merely commenting on the pleasantness of the morning, but it made me feel a little better about being propositioned a few moments earlier.
So thank you, sweet older library gentleman whom I’ve never seen with his hand down his pants. Thank you for restoring my faith in humanity.