You all know the words, let's sing along!
"Right now you are down and out
And feeling really crappy
And when I see how sad you are
It sorta makes me.... happy!
Schadenfraude!
Making me feel glad that I'm not you!"

Priceless. :)

Wow, what a coincidence! I spent the morning laughing and pointing at an old lady who fell and scrapped her knee.

Must be someting in the air?

that made my day..

:fej:

Oh dear Audra... the goodness in you ended the letter with "love". ;)

Your writing is fantastic.... and oh so expressive and full of angst!

The more I have thought about it, was he checking you out in the hey, that girl is cute kind of way. Because... Well, because that's a very real possibility. Or would that have been just creepy?

Now that I've read the post, every time I see this thread it looks like it says Dead Man at the Bus Stop to me.

I must say, that was THE best thing I've read all day, maybe even all week.

I use to be real nice to women, taking the burden off them, opening doors and such.. I don't do that much anymore because women do not want to be treated as though "they are helpless". Some would hand your head to you if you tried those things. So now, before I do anything for an unknown woman, I ask myself... self, would you do that for another man? If not... I would let you drop your mail and smile like a fool

It wasn't an attraction thing. At all. If he'd been interested, he would have laughed AND helped.

And even if he'd helped me, no interest. No way.

Also, for the record, I really would have laughed, too. But also HELPED.

I laugh at people when they fall, though. And don't usually help them, as I'm doubled over with laughter and laughter pains. My dad fell down in the rain once, in the middle of the street, and all I could do was stand in front of traffic, point at him, laugh, and try to catch the eyes of other laughers, only there weren't any. They were all staring at me, appalled that I was laughing and not helping him up. Also, he looks more like my grandpa, sometimes, so I think people thought he might have broken a hip.

And the laughter didn't cease after he stood up. He'd split a seam in his pants 'cause he'd been wearing ones that were too small. All day he'd insisted it was his one good suit that still fit him. And I'd say, "Yeah, then why is the jacket unbottoned? He'd suck in, button it up, "See? See, it fits." Then unbotton and exhale. Poor bastard. Then he fell. Good times.
GOOD TIMES!!!!!