Blue Monday

RemusJohn Lupindo of Second Life ® found himself in front of a shack near a baseball field in real life.

Found sign on a fence of baseball field.

Hey Lady

I was among the clutter of people waiting for a table.  You were at the salad bar.  You were wearing a pink shirt.  You had reached the end of the salad bar with your plate heaped with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, chick peas, lima beans, macaroni salad, potato salad, beets, pickles, and dressing.



It was evident that you really like pumpernickel croutons.  I do also.  Your back was to me but I could see your hands perfectly well.  You placed your plate on the edge of the salad bar table, pushing the container of sunflower seeds savagely out of your way.  You used the tongs with your right hand to dip into the jar of croutons.  You then whipped your left hand under the tongs and grabbed at the croutons threatening to escape while simultaneously scooping more croutons from the jar into your sausage fingers.  In that manner, you managed to procure a heap of croutons.  You skillfully maneuvered the whole clutch of croutons onto your plate.  You glided away, oblivious to my stomach which had slid to the floor past my socks.


Halfway into my meal, I spied you at the next table vigorously coughing up some rather juicy phlegm.  You were coughing into your hands and not into a napkin or tissue.


I am done eating anything from salad bars thanks to you.  Probably for the rest of my life.


                                                 
                                                 No Love,


                                                 sapphoq n friends

Dear Two Nice People...

Dear Two Nice People Who Gave Me the Purple Umbrella,



Something had happened earlier that evening.  I was angry and hurt.


I finally got home.  The dog wanted to go for a walk and I thought that we could beat the rain that I knew was coming in.


I was wrong.  The wind kicked up first.  I decided to send my anger and hurt into the wind.  The dog was happy and not caring about the impending storm.  We were walking down the hospital driveway when the clouds let go.  I was using a spare plastic bag as a sort of hat.  


You were in a dark blue van.  You had left the hospital parking lot and were driving toward the road, out the back entrance.  You saw us, my dog and I.  You beeped the horn and then you gave me a purple umbrella.


Thank you for giving me the purple umbrella.  What you did that night nourished my spirit.


Signed,




the woman who had neglected to bring her umbrella for the dog walk