A Very Short Story of a Medium-Length Walk
I was walking to the library on Friday, quite fast (for me, haha), when an oldish man who was just coming out of a shop spoke to me. I didn’t realise he was speaking to me at first as I was lost in my own thoughts, and had nearly walked past him when what he said registered. I didn’t stop – I didn’t want to walk with him, and I didn’t want him to think I would, or that I wanted to – but he kept in step with me while the following occurred. I swear I did not make this up, I couldn’t be so ingenious:
Man: No prayers today?
Me: *blink* (why is this man talking to me? Better grin and look good. And keep walking.)
Man: But women don’t go to prayers, do they?
Me: *collects self* No, they do – it’s just not time yet! (It was 11.30am)
Man: They do? I’ve never seen them go, men and women together.
Me: *blink* Have you ever been?
Man: Well no-
Me: Then how would you know?
After which I did the Speedy Gonzales and zoomed away. Yay, escape!
Oh, I almost forgot: the moral of the story – because all such stories should have morals – is DON’T TALK SILLINESS ABOUT THINGS YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT.