She passes by me
Gives me a look and smiles
She taps her drunk son
They stop at my stand
‘Sweetie I need water’
I pick a small cup
She takes it down
She leeks of liquor
Her son smiles at me
I fake a smile back
He raises his ‘tusker’ can
As if to toast for his drunk mother
I nod and turn away
She picks a pen with shaking hands
She leaves her number
She signs my book and asks her son to do the same
‘ thank you’ I utter
‘ it’s okay sweetie. I know this is hard plus thanks God you are pretty’
She walks away unsteadily
I look at her and smile sadly
She would make such a beautiful sober friend.
always winnie
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That’s so sad, Winnie.
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What’s sad?? She looked like a free spirit.. drunk and not minding the world
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Was her son drunk, too?
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Yes…
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What were you serving them??? 😀
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Lol.. she asked for water..
I was working on dentine sensitivity awareness so on my demo stand I had really cold water.
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I would have insisted on an ice cold mojito to test dentine sensitivity. 🙂
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Haha… that would have cost you a few dollars. Water was free
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