On Lunch and Lenses
by Megan M. on March 21, 2007 (Blog) |
4:14pm
The walk between my car and Stars-in-your-Eyes was about a block. I crossed the street and turned down Congress, dropped off my glasses and, blind as a bat, set off down the street to find food. A girl on a bike approached from behind me. She told me my dress was pretty. I thanked her even though I wasn’t wearing a dress. Maybe it looks like a dress from behind.
Then she stopped on her bike and said, Hey, can I ask you a question? And I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. I squinted and moved closer so that I could figure out what she was saying. I never realized how important my sight was to my ability to understand and communicate with other people—how important it is to be able to see their faces. She told me it was her first time being homeless, that she was two months pregnant and she had eight cents to her name. She said she was trying to get money for food. I told her I didn’t have any cash, just my card for lunch. She said something about wanting to go to HEB. I asked her if she wanted to come eat lunch with me?
She didn’t like that.
Part of me wishes she’d just come and had lunch. But I guess maybe she didn’t actually want food. Or something. I’m confused. Her face fell flat and hard, paused like she was trying to think of a better idea, and then said, Go on then. And waved me away. And I went.
I came in here and bought a calzone and a coke. I was starving. Putting off food to run downtown to get my lenses changed wasn’t the best of ideas, but I really want those lenses. I’m hoping they’ll make my day-to-day life a teeny bit easier. (They probably will.)
I don’t think I like calzones. At least, not ones with sausage. Er. Maybe.
I feel funny.
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