I often pass a mentally retarded woman waiting for the bus at the stop at the end of our street. She stands near the middle of the street, her face eagerly fixed in anticipation of the bus to come careening down the hill (narrowly avoiding disaster with parked cars and pedestrians) and pick her up. I always smile and wave. She smiles up innocently....and gives me the finger. True story. Never fails.
3 comments:
{chuckling}...she has lived in southside long time, no?
that is the best story ever.
Oh, I have a better story. I just haven't had time to write it yet.
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