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Brouckère, busstop
May. 4th, 2007 10:53 pmI pass the busstop on my way to the library. That's the only place I know that lets you use the toilet for free. Nothing is as frustrating as having to pay 30 cents in McDo just to pee. I like the library. It's quiet, and located right in the middle of town, so the place to be when you need to use the loo when waiting for someone.
Passing the busstop I hear her sing. Don't know the girl actualy, but she's good. She just walks ahead of me and sings. Not many people do that. We usualy think they're a crazy bunch. She doesn't seem to mind. I look at her when I pass. She's looking intently through a shop window and singing. Or no she isn't. Her eager fingers pull at the stickers on the window. "Fête des mères," they say. But they won't for much longer, because the "F" is coming loose under her fingernails.
I turn my head again. Watching this girl's movements, I wasn't really looking where I was going. Now I see someone looking at me – hadn't I turned my head that very moment, I'd walked straight into a pillar. That would have been much more stupid than singing in public and liberating letters on shop windows.
Passing the busstop I hear her sing. Don't know the girl actualy, but she's good. She just walks ahead of me and sings. Not many people do that. We usualy think they're a crazy bunch. She doesn't seem to mind. I look at her when I pass. She's looking intently through a shop window and singing. Or no she isn't. Her eager fingers pull at the stickers on the window. "Fête des mères," they say. But they won't for much longer, because the "F" is coming loose under her fingernails.
I turn my head again. Watching this girl's movements, I wasn't really looking where I was going. Now I see someone looking at me – hadn't I turned my head that very moment, I'd walked straight into a pillar. That would have been much more stupid than singing in public and liberating letters on shop windows.
