For a couple days there was a sachet of wasabi, y’know the ones you find when you buy store bought sushi, at my bus stop. It was just lying there abandoned and I’m sure I speak for a lot of people when I say this but sometimes, I feel like that wasabi sachet. Just sitting there, abandoned while the world moves on to fast for me to catch up. To commemorate this packet of wasabi, which of by the time I wrote this had been picked up (whether by a human or something else we will never know) I wrote a poem. _________________________________________________ The wasabi sachet Oh, wasabi sachet Sitting there day after day Constantly alone If only any one had known You would have probably been brought home ___________________________________________________ Thank you for reading this far have a lovely day ;) If you look at the posts you will see I put this there too.
Normally I exclusively write about what happens on my bus and/or my bus-stop but this event was just to absurd to not write about. A couple weeks ago, I was at a Dymocks ( Australian Barnes & Nobles ) and I saw this kid who was asking his mom for a Bluey book and I wanted to be nice and seem friendly so I walked over to say hi. When I got there and said hello, THE KID HISSED AT ME LIKE A CAT! The absolute audacity of this kid ( who didn’t seem to be above the age of 4 by the way ) is insane and the worst part is, his mom ( who was right there ) didn’t do anything! I know, he might have just felt a bit overwhelmed by this absolute random coming up to him, but surely he didn’t have to hiss at me. Anyway get out there and start reading more. It’s fun, I swear.
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