doomed: the diary of an hourly partner

is irony the right word?

just a little tidbit to hold you over until my next long entry:

i'm walking from the monroe stop to work the other day, and who do i see on the street? that damn bum from the laundromat! i didn't see his face, but i could tell by the way he hunched his back and shuffled his feet that it was him. those worn shoes he had and that messenger bag he carried. he was crossing the street away from me and my jaw dropped. i just stared at him.

now i ask you. i can see that bum 10 miles away from where i first saw him- mind you, he has to walk everywhere and it's total coincidence- but i can't see one of the dozens of hot subway train guys out and about? they have to take the same train every once in a while, right?

i mean really. what a slap in the face. stupid destiny.

hmph, kate

posted by kate @ 10:40 AM