This too shall pass.
Writing brings me closer to God.
It's my bridge, my vacation and my delight.
I find stories everywhere, in the blind student's eye and in the glossy nails of supermodels.
There was a story when I got married at the age of 19...
Girl one, in pink top and jeans, and very nice hair, turns on the tap. Full. The reaches for the apology of a soap solution that most loos have. The tap water flows full, as ordered.
The other girl, and i reach out almost at the same time to turn the tap off. The other girl, in black, plump and well oiled hair, manages to get to the tap first and turns off the water.
I put on my school marm voice that turns up when I talk green.
Get your soap, then turn on the water, i say. The pink one looks at me, like I am a sudden voice from hell.' Even water can run out on you someday if you take it for granted', I add, relentlessly.
She turns, turns on the tap, washes her hands.
They resume their conversation. You were good, I tell miss plump, you saw the water being wasted and moved to stop it.
She smiles back... more talk.
Miss Pink is now drying her hands, not at the new,hot air drier that is installed next to the sink, but with toilet paper that hangs from a rail next to it.
She is talking, as she pulls out reams... and wipes her hands.
Watch it... I cannot help saying again. Use the drier, dont waste paper that does not need to be wasted.
She now gives me a dirty look.
Time to retreat.
Be more responsioble, I say, you owe it to yourself.
And I leave.
End of story.
Any resposes???.