Earlier on the tube platform, I stood next to a very short guy. I'm not very tall, yet he only came up to the level of my chest.
As I was thinking about his shortness, I glanced down and noticed his sandled feet. He had letters tattooed on the each of the four bigger toes of his feet. Reading across, they spelled out S-H-O-R T-A-S-S.
I smiled, thinking how clever he was to both celebrate and make fun of his size. I tried to hide my smiling (English reserve is catching). He noticed me, though, and laughed at my obvious admiration.
It was one of those special, simple, big city moments.
I smiled, thinking how clever he was to both celebrate and make fun of his size. I tried to hide my smiling (English reserve is catching). He noticed me, though, and laughed at my obvious admiration.
It was one of those special, simple, big city moments.
2 comments:
It's funny how that sort of thing can lift your spirits.
A bit like at Christmas last year when I held the door open for this little old man and he wished me a 'Merry Xmas'. After hours of being pushed and shoved about in the Christmas rush this really touched me and I got a bit choked up. Soppy I know!
It sounds to me like a late night drunken prank, but it's nice that he's happy with it.
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