Singin’ the Blues…
July 7, 2008 | Filed Under The Heartless Bitch Way | 1 Comment
A conversation between me and the bf as we walked home from Bluesfest…
me: “I saw these guys today, pushing a table and chair set home in a shopping cart. They’d obviously just bought it from the Sally Ann. I felt for them. I’ve been in that kind of financial state before. I thought about offering them a ride, but I wouldn’t be able to fit both them and their table in my car. Besides, it will give them a story to tell late one night at a party. I have stories like that…. like living in a $155/month rooming house with condemned plumbing while saving for school.”
bf: “I never had to live like that.”
me: “Yeah, well, you were a child of privilege.”
bf: “Maybe so, but I don’t have a sense of entitlement as a result.”
me:”True enough, but you’ll never be able to sing the blues either.”
bf: (looks incredulously at me): “Come on…. I’m a LEAFS fan…. 40 years without winning The Cup?”
me: “I stand corrected.”
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scuffling to get by on next to nothing a week, been there, done that, couldn’t afford the t-shirt. the school of hard knocks is educational but not what i’d call fun.
“gunner”