This afternoon I was standing in front of my open gym locker peeling off my layers, and a woman approached me. She was talking, laughed a little, and handed me a hanger.
I have no idea what she said. I smiled, hung the hanger in my locker, and she walked away. I can’t figure out what she could have said that would not have made this interaction strange.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Anne Thomsen lordWritings on our year abroad. Archives
September 2018
Categories |