last sunday morning looked awfully like the perfect day for a walk in the city. it was a lovely, relatively mild winter day and most of the city folks seemed to have come out here. as it turned out i wasn’t entirely right.
i walked around the byward market, had a great coffee at ‘planet coffee’ before heading in to ‘the rideau centre’. what could possibly go wrong? i simply wanted to check out the price of a certain iphone. once i happily wandered into the ‘apple store’ i soon found exactly what i was looking for: the new ‘iphone 11 max pro’, the holy grail of iphones, until the next. and as i stood there drooling, so to speak, some guy came up behind and slugged me, hard, really really hard. in the store with the most security of any by far, i got pummelled for no apparent reason.
the weirdo-jerk-bathdurd-mothertucker took off outta the store before the security guards could really react. i was more or less ok, just dazed, pixxed off. the back of my head hurt, my jaw was sore for some reason, but nothing major.
as i eventually commented to the mall police, it usually takes people a while to get to know me before beginning to react negatively. one of them said encouragingly: “you look like you can take a punch.” i didn’t really know what that meant, but i decided to take it as a compliment. anyway, i called the store next day, with an ice-pack again on the back of my head, for an update. apparently, after checking the surveillance cameras, the police said that they knew the guy. i do expect to hear from them soon.
meanwhile, i’ve thought long and hard trying to decide what the moral of this story is, could be, might be. and i’ve finally concluded that there absolutely in fact isn’t one.
“basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. and maybe that’s what gives us our joy for living.” albert camus.
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