Go Easy On Me

It was not the scrotty young man that I’d talked to on the phone who broke me today.

I told HIM to keep the change for all the lies and inconvenience that I’d obviously caused him – without even knowing that I’d been such a burden.

It was his work mate.

A much older man who followed me out of the garage to where Oliver was parked. Asked me if I was alright and then guided me out of a very tight spot.

He broke me. His good deed of kindness in a shitty situation.

BTW – the young, money-grubbing scrotum gave me the change and then looked in my face and took it back.

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