Today, I was in town, stood outside New Look in the rain.
Partly because it brings back haunting memories of when I used to work there … (believe it or not)
But since I was designated bag holder, I chose to get rained on.
I hate clogging up the tightly packed isles of crappy discounted clothes with under age women trying to force their prams over my huge feet because they have the right of the way and no matter where i move, I am always in the way. No thank you.
This girl is walking through town with her family, I admired her 14 eyelet Dr Martens, which I’ve always lusted over, but can never justify spending the money over. Her dad clocks me, nudges her and whispers something to her, she looks over , looks at me for a second and then smiles. I smile back and I guess do a goth-nod ?
Like when to bus drivers drive past and wave at each other, or when to motorcyclists cross paths and the nod to each other.
It was like for a brief moment I didn’t feel like a freak and have random people stare at me. I wasn’t the only goth in the village. I tried to remember what she looked like, but I didn’t do her any justice.
I wish I shouted to her. Hey goth girl, thanks for making my day.