It's Nothing To E-Mail Home About

Walking down my street in the Annex,
off to do some shopping.
It's raining.
Pass a man and a woman talking,
neither of them have an umbrella.
On my way back 20 minutes later,
they're still there.
I stop.
"Look" I say, "Here's my umbrella,
I live at the yellow house over there.
Return it when you're finished talking."
I go home.
20 minutes later there's a knock at the
door. I open the door. It's the woman.
She's got a big smile on her face and the
umbrella in her hand.
"Thanks." she says and hands me umbrella.
All in a day's play.