I was doing my evening mope around University Avenue when a giddy couple snuck up from behind and blocked my path. They held their hands above me as if I were underneath a tunnel and asked me questions in French. I tried to tell them I don’t understand French; that made them even giddier.
The dude in the tight blue T-shirt went for a hug first. Then the girl in the wavy blue summer dress. (She’s the better hugger). She poked my left cheek as if to tell me to cheer up, and then they both ran away.
I started thinking of old friends and family instead of whatever silly work problem I was worried about.
