As I peered out the window of the bus yesterday on my way home, I saw a stream of uniformed school children winding their way home as well. Some had umbrellas, others were just bracing themselves for the downpour that they knew was going to happen.
Suddenly, I saw a grizzled old man with a machete walk up to a group of young boys. I didn’t recognize any of the children, but the boy’s wide eyes when he saw that machete waved in his face were unforgettable. A group gathered and I wanted to leap from the bus and rip that man a new one!
But in the next instant, the bus had driven past and the scene was gone.
David has made me solemnly promise that I won’t jump in front of any machete wielding mad men while I am here.
But don’t think that I don’t have my eye on you Mr. Grizzly!
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