The dark shadows cast among the clouds. Whistling of the angry wind swept the leaves on the ground. Slowly, droplets started dripping off the corner of Mother Nature’s Eye. The shower took place. I was left stranded at the shop, without an umbrella. My car stares right at me, his eyes starkly wimps as I stood helplessly.
10 steps to salvation from the rain. Just as I was geared to dash out and face the heavy drops, a man walked past me. He was tall and slender. Most importantly, he was armed with an umbrella. My natural instinct kicked in, my mouth opened and out came the words of mercy, “Can I please borrow your umbrella? This is my car” I pointed, claiming ownership on the four wheels.
As he turned away, he yelled back at me, “You run la!” With that, he walked into the shop without giving me a second look. Dumbfounded I was at the person who showed no compassion at all, as if his umbrella was made of gold. As if, his life clinged on to the blue plastic and loaning it to a damsel in distress would end his pathetic life.
Why do such people exist ? Makes you wonder why.