Can’t complain about the weather.
Sunny and hot here today again 🙂 But a strong wind makes it even better, because if it wasn’t blowing it would be unbearable to be anywhere but in the shadows. Still these temperatures are nothing compared to the ones You have in big parts of the US. I do hope the wind and sun cooperates to dry out many of the deep holes in the bog now, they are like mosquito farms otherwise. But the horse flies larvae loves places like that too, so the dryer it gets the better 🙂
Every person we meet in life has a story to tell, they might think their story is boring or depressing but usually they aren’t. I came to think about that when I sat in my car in the parking lot by the big super market after I had bought what I needed. We weren’t especially many people there today so I could just pay and walk away if I wanted to. The cashier looked like so many that works in super markets, not to happy but happy to have a job. She was talking with her college on the other side about something amusing. I paid my bill and when I was going to walk away I said with a smile like always: I hope You’ll have a great day.
Nothing special to be honest but she looked like that was the best thing she heard in weeks 🙂 I wonder what her story was since that seemed to mean so much to her. Bad day at work? Bad day or week at home? I’ll never know. After I had jumped in to my car I saw this couple putting the stuff they had bought in to their car. I would say they were properly dressed, not dressed for a party but perhaps for a visit to someone if You know what I mean. The man looked rather annoyed but he had this polite tone when speaking, the woman looked somewhat stressed and irritated and she didn’t look especially happy when the man said what he said in his polite tone.
When the man realized I was looking at them he got a mean streak over his face that was a bit unpleasant. What were their story? The first thing that popped up in my mind was that he was a bully and she a martyr 🙂 I thought he liked to be mean to people and was as often as he could and she the kind of woman who helped everyone but never got any help back and most likely told everyone that too. I wonder what their story really was like 🙂 Perhaps they were in a hurry and someone had forgotten a present? Even if it was the man I’m sure he blamed her 🙂 🙂 🙂
I like to study people and guess what they might do in life, how they are as people and I’ll never know the truth about them. Perhaps that’s for the best, my versions might be much more interesting than the truth 🙂
Have a great day!