VEHEMENT WAFFLES

A scrap of conversation I caught at lunch perked my ear: "I apologize for being eighty percent wrong". To which the response was, naturally, "and I apologize for being eighty percent right". "That's NOT what I said!"

They were too far away in a busy restaurant to overhear much else.

So instead I concentrated on my cup of Hong Kong milk tea, and people watching.
Lunch had been good. I looked forward to lighting up my pipe outside.


Although today was dry and sunny, it wasn't warm by a long shot. Random tempers seemed short and choppy, and the street crazies are more berserk than ever. The cold temperatures and wetness are getting everyone down. We can't wait for this horrid spell to finally be over. Not me of course, as I am as bright and cheerful of mood as ever, a veritable ray of light ... get away from me you hound!

That is to say my peaks and valleys are not as high or as deep as everybody else's.
They are moody, depressed and temperamental. I am equanimous.
A veritable iceberg of phlegmatism.

I bought my downstairs neighbor some snow pears (雪梨 'suet lei') and for myself got various other semi-essentials, then went to the bakery for tea and a snackie. Forty five minutes or so of conversation later I left and lit another pipe. The bus was not overful, but I'm inclined to think that most people on it were somewhat coarse, nasty, and brutish.
Maybe the horrid weather IS affecting me.

Possibly twenty percent.



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