We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

Turning the corner from South Park St to Spring Garden Rd, out of my periphery I see a couple who I assume are going to ask me for change. Today is a day I don't feel like being bothered, I don't feel like being interupted, and I don't feel like dispensing niceties. I don't want to pretend to fumble for change and mumble a few half hearted words. It's cold, I'm broke, relatively speaking, but by no means poor by any stretch of the imagination, and simply in a bad mood and am very content to stay that way.

I repeat my mantra, 'don't make eye contact' quietly to myself' as I keep my eyes planted on the sidewalk.

'Oooooh! Do you see that? Do you seeeee? On the ground, looooook!'

'what is it?'

'A flower!!'

I'm am so embarassed, but not in a 'my child just whipped out his bird and started pissing on the basketball court' way.