My wish for gay friends has been granted! Yesterday I went to a fashion event and bumped into a designer duo who’s clothes are simple divine. Or fabulous, as is politically correct to say in the world of fashion.
Anyways, in one of my earlier fashion week stories, I wrote some nice things about their collection, which I really liked. And now the couple has adopted me. Merril this, and Merril that, they gushed. It felt quite wonderful to be fussed over by a gay couple.
On a different nore, every Wednesday a beggar with no legs parks his peddle-less tricycle outside my lane at work. I usually smile at him and push some money into the palm of his hand. He has a lovely smile and a glint in his eye. Today I felt like chatting. He said he lost his legs in a train accident three years ago and now get aroud on his tricycle. He spends his time begging for alms at various locations and always has a cheery smile for me. Sometimes, I wonder if he makes more money than me in a day? Then again, money is no substitute for legs.
Wow, what a beautiful post on the beggar. By far the most evocative on your blog. Especially the last line: “Then again, money is no substitute for legs.”