Hurt and Betrayal
My chore trip took me to a vacuum store trying to find a hose that would attach to my machine that would act as a blower and would inflate an airbed I wanted to try. The store owner took a walk with me to my car to look at it and said no, my machine wouldn’t do it. I tried.
Then next door was Office Depot where I spoke to two clerks in new light blue shirts asking them about a Bluetooth keyboard I purchased for my rarely used I pad. I said their shirts were angelic and one said he could live with that although he preferred black and the other gave advice from which I absorbed a sentence or two. Good enough.
I then stopped at Barnes and Nobles to review some notes and mail I had accumulated. As I looked around I thought of my relative's comment “people are walking around hurt today.” A table full of too loud kids nearby was a signal for me to leave.
Finally at Goodwill I checked to see if they had a certain size bookshelf available which they didn’t and left when a helper with an unpleasant voice yelled at some running kids.
Entering the gate at my home my window was open so the gate didn’t respond and a maintenance man who I knew asked in a military type voice if I’ve been having trouble with my sticker. I said “hey buddy, no it’s alright.” Not sure if he liked the buddy which I rarely use.
It wasn’t a bad run, but it seemed disconnected, strange and distant in some way. Later, the word ‘betrayed’ came to mind to describe the people I ran across. Yes, ‘hurt and betrayed’ is how they seemed.