Feeling a bit stir crazy at home this morning I decided to go for a walk. It turned out to be quite eventful. The main street was mobbed with people, many more than is usual for a Saturday morning and a lot of them men. Then I found out why.
I walked passed a throng of men smoking outside a pub and overheard them talking about “The Football.” In Glasgow that can only mean one thing, Rangers v Celtic and kick off was in less than half an hour at noon.
I can certainly pick’em.
So, with some business in the Post Office to take care of, this took a while with a queue of twelve people, I evaded the masses as best I could and found a coffee shop. My ‘usual’ was stowed out, with people queueing out of the door and blocking the pavement, so I chose another I occasionally visit.
And here I sit, with the white blouse and coffee and cake brigade all around me I laugh inwardly when a man asks for brown sauce with his food only to be given tomato. If only the problems of the world were as trivial as that.
A very loud talkative lady in denim comes in with an older man, her father perhaps, maybe/maybe not. On reflection after a few moments I would say not, but then, the world is a curious place these days.
I look around and survey the scene. A couple of ladies are peering over a mobile phone, another ‘couple’ are looking past each other and I realise that denim lady may not be as young as I thought, or maybe she is. I can’t tell without appearing to stare, I decline.
Elsewhere, a mother nurses her child and another ‘couple’ are sitting as far away from each other on a large leather sofa as is possible. Their conversation is low and limited.
Well, I’d better go before the half time rush for a rag blocks the streets, until next time.