A Pretty Grey Day


If I said it was a pretty grey day outside, would you think that I meant is was pretty and grey, or that it was rather grey? Yes, people who teach English stop to ponder these things.

However, it was a pretty grey day filled with rain that could almost have been snow. That, and I pause for either emphasis or dramatic effect, would have been prettier.  As it was my normal trudge to work, which can sometimes really be the very definition of trudge, became a slog–the very definition of slog;  a virtually unredeemable slog.

Fortunately, two things did manage to redeem it and keep my smile on until I had to slog back home in the seeming unending grey rain.

Free food

Free stuff seems to perk me up. Not surprising, really.  While boarding the subway, two people were handing out sunflower seeds and SlimJims —possibly to celebrate opening day for the Toronto Blue Jays. I say possibly because I didn’t ask.  These seem like ballpark snacks to me.

I took a SlimJim and decided to pass on the sunflower seeds. Before you gasp, I understand that I might have a) made the wrong selection  or b) taken both regardless of whether I wanted them or not.  As far as a) is concerned, I just don’t like having to unshell my sunflower seeds either by had or spitting.  You can buy sunflower seeds already prepared to eat.  Why do I have to do all the work?  As for b) if I am not going to use it and I don’t immediately know who I am going to give it to, I won’t take it.

The SlimJim was tasty, but I suspect the health benefits are negligible.

The Woman with the  Wonky Umbrella

Since I mentioned that it was a pretty grey day, obviously some well prepared people had umbrellas. That none of those people were me should not be too great a concern. It’s only water.

Sorry, I am letting the story get away from me.

Beside me at the traffic light, an attractive (and possibly age appropriate) woman was standing next to me. She didn’t make eye contact with me, so I couldn’t try to win her over with my smile or my drenched hair or attire.

As we walked, I waIMG_20180329_125202753s quite interested in her umbrella. It seemed like it was broken.   The front seemed to be shaped downward in a perfect square.  The longer I looked at it, the more I thought that it might actually have been designed this way.

Since I found myself standing next to her at the next traffic light, I innocently inquired which one was the case. She replied in her very pleasant voice that it was broken and was left at the office in case anyone needed to use it for their lunch break.

There really wasn’t anything else I could say about that. Besides, it was raining, I didn’t have an umbrella, and I had a SlimJim to eat.



About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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4 Responses to A Pretty Grey Day

  1. Hunida says:

    Awesome that you got a free Slim Jim lol I love those things! & aw, I wish you were able to ask her to lunch or something!

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