The Beard Returns

I grew my beard back already.

Street Art; Part Uno

I love creative street art. Some people see it as vandalism. I guess I can understand that. It doesn’t bother me, though. And I definitely see the beauty in it. Now and then I may post a favourite. Here’s one right now…

Come on, that’s clever! And it’s not hurting anyone. I like it. It brings imagination into the World and makes me smile. When done right, it’s a wondrous thing. That example above, is of one done right.

Photo Credit: Mr. Pilgrim

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Not What My Parents Taught Me

Do people gradually forget their manners as they age?

Or do they get tired of using words?

I was sitting on the train. An older lady waltzed onto the train. Okay, so she walked on. I can’t imagine her having much luck with the waltz these days. Sadly, though, probably more luck than I.

Anyways, I digress.

The lady walked on, and I, being a close-enough-to-decent human being, decided to stand and allow her to sit.

Did I get a “thank you”? No.

Did I get any words whatsoever? Nope.

She barely looked at me.

Should’ve pushed her off.

Then there were two blokes. One probably about my age, and the other maybe late 40’s.

They went to grab the thing that helps you stand up when the train is moving. Oh, the pole. Right.

And their hands touched.

So they adjusted their grip. But, they adjusted in the same direction. Their hands met again. Then they did it again… again. It was the train-hand equivalent of almost walking into someone down the footpath, and going to step around, but stepping the same way and almost bumping together again.

I thought it was smile-worthy.

Apparently, so did the other guy my age-ish. And he smiled and said “sorry”.

The old guy didn’t smile. Nor did he utter a single word.

So the question must be asked. At what point do we forget our manners?