idkbrblol ♫♪ I'm goin' off the rails on a gravy train ♫♪ ☺
It keeps pecking at me, that small memory of helping a little old lady with her landscaping; probably planting flowers.
Soon I was joined by a local church youth group and a man I barely knew. Did they exit the van slowly, collect on the other side for a minute, or did I just imagine it afterward?
I was happily expecting some smiles, but instead got the cold shoulder.
I’d expected better from a church group.
But I’ve been to church; I know it’s filled with human frailty.
I imagine I just stole their thunder. They probably planned it for weeks. Then I, (that guy), beat them to the punch.
It’s been too many years already; I’ll try to come to peace with it.