As I mentioned yesterday, I usually take a walk at least once a day. I’m not counting that two minute walk to get to Walgreens on Madison Avenue where I sometimes buy cigarettes and/or other stuff if I find the prices reasonable which isn’t often.
I’ll take this short walk in the mornings. On Saturday morning, there was my friend Kris almost like he was waiting for me. That’s nothing new.
“Hey, you still not smoking?”
“Nothing’s changed,” I said really meaning I’m still lying to him.
“Man, I really need a cigarette,” Kris said. “Anyone in your building smoke?”
“I don’t know,” I replied feeling annoyed. “I gotta go.”
Crossing the street, there was a guy standing there that I usually say good morning to. On this Saturday morning, he said “good morning” back and wanted to know if I had any extra change. I wasn’t lying when I said no.
Finally getting to Walgreens, I purchased a pack of cigarettes. I handed the cashier a 10-dollar-bill. When he gave me my change, I stuffed it in my pants pocket along with the pack of cigarettes.
Outside, I sat down on one of those bus benches to put the dollar bills in my pocket into my wallet. That didn’t go unnoticed.
“You wouldn’t have an extra buck on you?” asked the man who was also sitting on the bench.
“No I sure wouldn’t,” I said probably a little too loudly. “I’m just putting my money away—OK?”
I got up and tried to make quick work of walking back to my apartment. While getting there, I saw Kris again approaching everybody that he saw asking for a cigarette.
You know sometimes you just want to get from point A to point B without a bunch of hassles. I think if I were a rich man, on some of these mornings, I’d hire someone to run my little errands for me.
Maybe I’ll call Walgreens. Maybe they deliver.
(Image from thindifference.com)