Bruises

A woman saw the bruise on my chin today. Six days later, she asked “You fall over? For what? Nothing!”

I didn’t bother explaining to her and shrugged and then the best response I’ve had all week, one word. “Fuck!” 

Also, it helps to know I was in an Italian supermarket. Well Greek, but wog I guess so sometimes I love the non-PC and non-business-like response I can get from this sector. I seem “white” to many people in Australia, but in the “wog sector” I’m part of their own, as my father was Italian and I look enough European in that setting, they will not mince words. I appreciate that and respect it.

About 2 weeks after my fall and the bruise was mostly gone, I was at my favourite cafe and the longest serving hospitality staff member Gabby said rather simply “It could have been worse, you could have lost all your teeth!”

And she was bang on the money. Respect.