And it’s not who you think it is! Or maybe it’s exactly who you think it would be.
Anyway, one of my students now knows when its Aaron’s “coffee time” and he’s waiting outside so he can walk with me there and back. Sometimes he brings one of his friends, the rest of the time its just him. We’re talking about a second grader, by the way.
It’s my own fault. I gave him a cookie the first time he and a friend joined me for my afternoon stroll, and now he thinks I’ll just buy him shit as long as he sticks close by. And basically, he’s right.
The only real downside, besides the dent in my wallet, is that I actually have to wait for the green light now to cross the street, instead of running past cars and taxis, because now I have to set a good example and all that nonsense. And I certainly don’t want it getting back to parents like ‘today I was running red lights with my teacher wheeeee.’
Some bad news: apparently the fruit lady is not only not single, but she’s much older and married to the owner of the Dorothy Cafe. One of my ladyfriends insists that she was ‘just being nice.’
BULL SHIT! I maintain that you don’t compliment a man on his appearance AND give him a giant fruit unless you were looking for something. I’m sure I could steal her away from her man if I was driven to do such a thing. But that’s just not me.
It’s getting colder, so I’ve had to switch mostly to long pants. Tonight is the first night I’m going to leave the apartment with a jacket. It’s also raining.
I unclogged my drain at 3 am last night with chopsticks. Now I know I’m in a foreign country.
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