The guy

Yesterday the weather was its most saturated and terrible, the gray wet southern wind blew, athe wether when all men and beast start snapping and being esxcusablly-  unbearable.

The kids where whinging, crying, fighting, refusing to do anthing I asked of them , so I decided to take them for a walk to the supermarket. Take their mind of themselfs.

At the supermakert Floriana wanted a chocholate doughnut, chocholate, tomatoes, spanish strawberries , aduck shaped sponge...., Duje wanted an argentine watermellon, icecreams, to go sausages , sweets, fizzy drinks to look cool with but cant actually stand drinking.. They went on a rampage pulling me by the sleeve and whining on by my knees down there, occasionaly dissapereing behind isles..

While I was cheking out the watermellons, a "firendly but weird guy from our hood" who always tries to give me a gift , appered in his shiney and most insistantley altruistic.

 He grabbed me by the elbow, produced out of himself some broken off flowery branch, and said,
Here you go.
 I said no thank you.
 But he insisted. These are BAGREM. You can eat them.
 I smiled as one deos as said no thank you any way.
 Than the mad man he is holding me by the elbow- with my kids rampaging about hollering all the louder for my apprantley failling to notice them
- he started eating the flowers off the branch.
 Look, look they are eadible !!, he insisted.
I said thank you but I dont need them.
Here ! here!  Oh  I il  give you all of them!!
- he got all the more excited as if we where bartering for a cheap deal on a second hand car- and I won.
 He got into my face ,and I just had my fill of niceties, and his his offering, cactus fruit form the city parks, fir tree blocks cut down by gardners, or childrens clothes and baby dummy  he found by the bins...
Leave me at peace, I have my own life, I dont want those.
 I pulled away from his crazy grip.
Fine, fine
 he shouted like a teenage lover ,broken hearted,
than never say hello to me again when you see me in the street.!!!!
After he ovbiousley vanished into notthing, like a un wanted genie that we was.
I explained to my still whining son- about what had jsut happened- as so he would understand why he could not have his attention at once, and stop his ever louder whining.

On the way out, after we had over stuffer the trolley, as I was paying for our groceries, Duje pointed out- mummy there are those flowers.
The Guy, had left the flowers he had eaten ,
from at the till, for my to find.

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