As may be generally agreed to (just don't ask Kevin), I have a pleasant demeanour. Sometimes this leads to random events.
Mum and I arranged to meet up at a cafe, I got there early, so I settled down with a book and my flat white.
A lady settled down with me.
I have never met her before, and she knew it too. She showed me her shopping (one bling blouse and three pairs of slacks from Big W), told me she was happily surprised by the amount of cash she had in the bank, and pulled out a lot of $50 notes to prove it to me. She offered me half her chocolate eclair that she pulled out of her purse. I declined.
I have never drunk a flat white so fast. I am not able to review it, as it tasted like burnt tongue.
While it is sad that I - a complete stranger - was her best option for companionship, I selfishly ask "why me?".
And don't you dare say "why not?".
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