Friday morning. I just wanted to get through a day of work and get the weekend started.
I got off the subway and started up the stairs to the street. Suddenly, I noticed a really bad, disgusting smell. The stink enveloped me. I looked around and noticed a street person about five or six stairs ahead of me, making his way up to the street too. The poor guy smelled horribly. The reek enveloped me, and was literally breathtaking. I couldn’t deal with the funk, or escape it, so I turned around and went back down the stairs to find another way out of the station.
Later that morning, I decided to treat myself to a simple pleasure to celebrate the end of the week— a whoopee-pie! The snack-shop in the court house sells delicious, freshly baked whoopee-pies so I stopped in and bought one. I felt strongly about it.
I couldn’t wait to bite in immediately. Getting off the elevator I walked down the long hallway, greedily unwrapping that delicious pie on the fly. The tasty treat was in my hand ready to be devoured .
I looked at the delicious whoopee pie when again I noticed a terrible smell. I couldn’t take a bite with another foul cloud enveloping me. I looked around and saw another poor, homeless soul shuffling along in the halls of justice. I stuffed the pie im my raincoat pocket and went down a couple of floors to chow down.
This all got me to thinking: It had been a tough week, but my week was nothing compared to a week being homeless on the streets.
Maybe the next time I have a tough week, I’ll give a homeless person one of those whoopee-pies.
I’m sure they could use a Whoopee-Pie Friday!
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