Thursday 31 May 2012

Prejudice


As I walked into town in the rain I saw, outside a pub, a group of lads smoking and drinking. These boys had chosen bad-ass as their style: loud expletives in mock Essex, tattoos, cigarettes, and backwards baseball caps.

As I walked back I saw one of them struggling to close an incongruous, effeminate little brolly. With a cheeky smile he handed it to the tiny, pearl-haired, eighty-something lady, whose umbrella it was, and whom he was helping close it. You gotta lovely face, he said.

How marvellous when life reminds just how unhelpful prejudices are.

2 comments:

  1. Sometimes the thugs are just thugs - but sometimes they are just angels with dirty faces.

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