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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 children, laughing and enjoying similar scenes 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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30/4/2018 17h05 |
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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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