She is looking for her watch..she has to find her watch..she wears it everyday to work and she cant get out of the door without it..without her watch she looses the sense of time and she can’t afford to do that! Time is of the essence..time is everything..time is life! She heard before of a native American tribe that never really knew what time is!!! She has always wondered how they organized their lives..the notion seemed unbelievable..she hurried out of the building while wearing her watch and went right past the falafel man.
The Falafel man
“She is man!” Thought the falafel man as he was cleaning his kiosk! How and why on earth would a woman wake up this early everyday for years to work..not missing a day?! She started looking and walking like a man too..I mean look at her..he watched her transformation everyday over the years from a made up girl with heels and a sharp look..head held up high..every step seemed to be calculated..wearing dresses and skirts looking as a dream as 50’s women used to look like with hair all made up.. to this! Flat shoes..her hair all around the place..big shirts and tired tired eyes! And yet she never seemed to be tired just ever so..manly! He looked at her eyes for a second as he looked away he thought “she must be a man”!
The working woman
When the falafel guy looked at her this morning something was different! Not that he harassed her with his morning looks that she grew accustomed to on the contrary he looked at her in a different way..almost indifferent! She didn’t really get it but she found herself automatically checking herself out to see if something looks weird..she looked at her ugly shoes..never really liked them but they are comfy..just what she needs as she chases around taxis when her car breaks down (which usually happens) like today! Her brother wrecked it..again as usual!
She had a smile on her face as she adjusted her bun remembering that a year ago she would have never thought she would be going out of the house with a bun..a big shapeless shirt and ugly shoes! But good luck going to the coiffeur when u have a 9 to 5 job (that u barely leave at 5) where u have to compete fiercely to prove that you are Not a “girl” and a postgraduate education to pursue in an environment that is not exactly education friendly to say the least!
Good luck finding time to shop..she’d rather sleep! She laughed at that thought remembering how she used to feel like she’d kill to get a pair of shoes she liked just a couple of years ago..she smiled and looked across the street..her reflection in a car mirror stopped her..she almost didn’t recognize it! No these weren’t 10 years of age that did this to her..only 5 years on the job and in this city!
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