Funny Story... From London
I was sitting at Charing Cross tube station, chatting with my new friend Tara about what we had just seen at the Tate Museum of Modern Art, and she taps me on the shoulder and points out a very cute child of roughly 4 years. We heard a few words come out of his mouth and just took it for children's gibberish, when a slightly more aged voice started to respond in the same language. Then we noticed it was quite clearly some Middle Eastern family, as the older boy was probably only 12 years old.
I turned back to Tara and we picked up our conversation from where we left off: the Millenium Bridge, the Tate Modern, and the Globe Theatre. I had the sudden urge to take a sip of water and reached into my bag for the bottle I had been carrying around for at least 2 days now. I took a couple sips and then returned to holding up my side of the conversation, without replacing the bottle in my bag. After only a short time, maybe 2 minutes, we see that little boy again. Only this time he's standing in front of me. He points to my bottle of water and mumbles something I could not possibly have understood but took to mean he wanted it. I handed him the bottle, and he ran off.
I wondered if I should try to get the bottle back, and then decided against it because there wasn't much water left and the bottle my feet hurt too much to move. We him watched from about 30ft away, and before I even considered the consequences, the boy started licking every inch of that plastic bottle while struggling to get it open. Obviously he doesn't understand what it means to lick the outside of a container that has been inside of WWII medic bag. Who knows what's been in there. Tara asked me jokingly if I had a cold. I told her there are far worse things to have, and yet I'm quite sure that child will soon be getting one of them.
I hope not, but you never know. Alright, that's enough for now. Yes of course there are more stories, how could there not be? Unfortunately I cannot tell them all right now, they will have to wait for a later date.
I turned back to Tara and we picked up our conversation from where we left off: the Millenium Bridge, the Tate Modern, and the Globe Theatre. I had the sudden urge to take a sip of water and reached into my bag for the bottle I had been carrying around for at least 2 days now. I took a couple sips and then returned to holding up my side of the conversation, without replacing the bottle in my bag. After only a short time, maybe 2 minutes, we see that little boy again. Only this time he's standing in front of me. He points to my bottle of water and mumbles something I could not possibly have understood but took to mean he wanted it. I handed him the bottle, and he ran off.
I wondered if I should try to get the bottle back, and then decided against it because there wasn't much water left and the bottle my feet hurt too much to move. We him watched from about 30ft away, and before I even considered the consequences, the boy started licking every inch of that plastic bottle while struggling to get it open. Obviously he doesn't understand what it means to lick the outside of a container that has been inside of WWII medic bag. Who knows what's been in there. Tara asked me jokingly if I had a cold. I told her there are far worse things to have, and yet I'm quite sure that child will soon be getting one of them.
I hope not, but you never know. Alright, that's enough for now. Yes of course there are more stories, how could there not be? Unfortunately I cannot tell them all right now, they will have to wait for a later date.
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