The Devil in Ms. Jones.
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sechan19There's something about wearing a devil-horn headband that changes the geography of a day. Passersby take more notice of you, and offer interaction more freely. They call out, give waves, make eye contact, and smile. And this in turn adds a glad spring to your step, turns you outward as a flower to the sun, open and welcoming.
I found the headband, of all places, in my father's office. No idea what it was there for, and less of an idea of whether or not I really wanted to know, but however it came to be there I claimed it for myself and proudly wore it all through lunch and beyond - into the sun dappled afternoon of downtown. My father's coworker, one of our lunch dates, inquired why I was wearing it, and I answered, "why not?"
The headband opened intriguing doors. The woman who ran the security check-in at the state building we had lunch at broke her solemn composure upon our entrance to laugh merrily at the sight of me. A construction worker on the way to my friend's storefront office called out, tapped his head, and gave me a jolly thumbs up. Everywhere I went I was greeted with friendly calls of "Hi Devil!" "Howdy Devil!" "Hey Devil!"
But the best was surely last.
On my way home, bound for the bus, I was stopped by a shrunken, elderly man. His name was Tim and he wore a hospital band around his wrist. He told me he was suffering from cancer, and he needed to get to the hospital but had no money for the fare. Without a word I handed him my bus fare pass. He looked down at it, realized what it was, and his eyes welled with tears. I gave him a hug, which he returned - thanking me. I wished him luck, and I still do.
I had gone twenty paces when the sound of his voice stayed me.
"God bless you, Devil!" he called out.
Turning, I saw him standing by the lightrail, one hand raised in farewell. I blew him a kiss, which he caught, and wandered on into the day.
Rounding the corner, I was just in perfect time to catch my bus home, and as I sat on the sun-warmed seats I was strongly compelled, as was the immortal Anne before me, to murmur, "Dear old world; you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."
I found the headband, of all places, in my father's office. No idea what it was there for, and less of an idea of whether or not I really wanted to know, but however it came to be there I claimed it for myself and proudly wore it all through lunch and beyond - into the sun dappled afternoon of downtown. My father's coworker, one of our lunch dates, inquired why I was wearing it, and I answered, "why not?"
The headband opened intriguing doors. The woman who ran the security check-in at the state building we had lunch at broke her solemn composure upon our entrance to laugh merrily at the sight of me. A construction worker on the way to my friend's storefront office called out, tapped his head, and gave me a jolly thumbs up. Everywhere I went I was greeted with friendly calls of "Hi Devil!" "Howdy Devil!" "Hey Devil!"
But the best was surely last.
On my way home, bound for the bus, I was stopped by a shrunken, elderly man. His name was Tim and he wore a hospital band around his wrist. He told me he was suffering from cancer, and he needed to get to the hospital but had no money for the fare. Without a word I handed him my bus fare pass. He looked down at it, realized what it was, and his eyes welled with tears. I gave him a hug, which he returned - thanking me. I wished him luck, and I still do.
I had gone twenty paces when the sound of his voice stayed me.
"God bless you, Devil!" he called out.
Turning, I saw him standing by the lightrail, one hand raised in farewell. I blew him a kiss, which he caught, and wandered on into the day.
Rounding the corner, I was just in perfect time to catch my bus home, and as I sat on the sun-warmed seats I was strongly compelled, as was the immortal Anne before me, to murmur, "Dear old world; you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."
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Date: 2007-03-16 03:03 am (UTC)Blair used to have a pair of horns. I have always kind of wanted a pair of horns or ears... I might have to get in touch with Xot to see if he still makes them.
BTW: Does this mean you are back in town?
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Date: 2007-03-16 03:39 pm (UTC)PS - would you like my devil-horns headband? I don't foresee using it again. =]
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Date: 2007-03-19 07:18 am (UTC)I'd call you now before going to bed, but it's pretty late. Do you have any evening time free this week? If not, do you have anytime this weekend?
I might just take you up on you offer for the devil-horns.
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Date: 2007-03-19 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-19 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-16 01:13 pm (UTC)Aye, are you back in town??
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Date: 2007-03-16 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-18 01:16 am (UTC)