He was standing by a busy road at rush hour.
I said to him: Can I take your photo?
He said: Yes.
I said: What happened to you?
He said: I got into a fight. Had my nose broken.
I asked: Do you get into fights often?
He said: See that scar on my neck? That’s from another fight.
I said: What are you waiting for?
He said: For my nose to heal.
I said: So that you can get into another fight?
He said: I guess.
This conversation never happened.
Because I was too shy to ask: Can I take your photo?
But not too shy to stare.
So I just tried to remember what he looked like. And made up the conversation.
Ha ha you are so funny. You mean you actually imagined this entire conversation. You seriously have such a fertile imagination
Is this what is called “taking a button and sewing a vest on it”?
All the while, I thought it was a real conversation.. your imagination sure runs riot.
yeah I know that pain . But this is wonderful . I wonder what he’d have done had you asked him so many questions, though
Sharmi, Violet, thanks,
Bollyviewer, I like that expression, finding a button….
Eveslungs, he would have probably broken my nose??
dustedoff,
thanks.
Ouch:(
Poor chap.
Loved this:)