the downtown biz patrol do a pretty good job keeping the panhandlers at bay .. but some make it thru and today standing at city place waiting for the 37 to take me home
a slightly intoxicated woman wanders amongst us asking for $$ and along with everyone else i say sorry no .. for our usual gig of: we mustn't be enablers
but there was something in her ...
then a little game .. if it's not the 37 .. i'm giving her my toonie
and of course it's not the 37 .. so i reach in and pull out the coin and go to her and touch her arm .. and in a reflex-action she entends her open cupped hand to receive
something connects between us as we stand there looking at each others' eyes .. and she looks at the new gloves from sam on my hands and says
i lost my mits
u lost your mits ? i ask .. and she says .. as the 37 approaches and i run for the bus .. as if a light bulb just went on in her .. she says but i remember where i left them!
plopping down in my seat .. wishing only that i had given her my gloves .. as the light in her eyes warms my heart