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Briskly walking down the street I perceive a blond lady with a dog. She is looking at me. She is beautiful. She is talking to me! “Excuse me, do you have a handkerchief?”
I have not expected that question. I don’t want to say “No” to that beautiful woman, so I choose to say: “Only a used one.”
Okay Detlef, unexpected question or not – this is an idiotic answer.
“No, thank you“, she says rather indignantly.
I feel I have to explain: “I thought it might be for the dog.”
Okay Detlef, another stupid sentence. Why should a dog need a handkerchief?
“Well, how used is it?”
That’s an odd question on your part, beautiful blond. I proceed to take out my handkerchief. It’s a paper napkin I took at the pizzeria one week ago. I used to blow my nose in it ever since. It’s a little crumpled, but still fairly white. Hey! What am I doing here? I am making a complete idiot out of myself in front of that woman.
“It’s to wipe my dog’s ass“, she says with the voice of an angel.
“It might be good enough for that” I answer. Do I have the right to feel a little annoyed now?
She reluctantly takes my used handkerchief, barely daring to touch it with her hands.
“Thank you“, she whispers and kneels down to wipe her dog’s ass.
“You’re welcome“, I mumble, getting the hell out of that situation.
Another love story that wasn’t meant to be.
I feel this might be a time for the song about caring once again:
Isn’t life about caring and sharing after all?
