I just returned from my local village and I am flabbergasted. Gobsmacked. Shocked. Society is truly collapsing into itself. However, there is hope.
I walked into a local shop and held the door for the elderly gentleman behind me. As I passed through, a man in his late 40s, early 50s brushed by me quickly. He was medium built, not skinny, was about 5 foot, 8 inches tall. His dark hair was short and he had the start of a receding hairline. He wore a dark jacket and baggy jeans. This was the out door, so I assumed he decided he didn’t want to buy anything.
When he passed, I heard an unusual sound. A jingling of sorts. Like Christmas bells. This caused me to take a second look at the man as he hurried out the door, across the cement boardwalk and onto the parking lot. That’s when I noticed his baggy pants were not so baggy in some areas. In fact, his awkward stride revealed impressions of iPad shaped objects. The more I stared, the more I saw his pants were stuffed with items he didn’t pay for.Continue reading