Thursday, March 22, 2012
Everything On It
While walking up the mountain the other day, my friend and I passed numerous other walkers. We greeted each with a "good morning" or "hello" and a smile. One woman (walking a lovely golden retriever) barely muttered a response.
Well, that one is a hotdog with nothing on it, my friend said.
Actually, it is a lovely golden retriever, I told her.
Not the dog, she insisted. The woman.
What do you mean by that? I asked.
She has no personality. She is a hotdog without anything on it.
Hmm. I have never heard anyone analyze personalities in that way. Then again, this friend sees things differently than any of my other friends. She is blind, and her other senses are heightened. A half-mile later, we greeted a man with carrying his son on his back. He greeted us warmly and commented on the great weather. After a bit, my friend commented again.
Now that one is a hotdog with relish, ketchup, mustard, and everything on it.