Bunny Slippers and Reincarnation
Seen / encountered about town today…
At the gas station, Shelburne and Allen. A young man, who does not look old enough to drive, is wearing a flamboyantly embroidered, dragon pattern silk tunic and fuzzy bunny slippers. He fuels a black Mercedes-Benz sedan. On the front fascia, just below the headlamp, someone has drawn with a finger in the dirt: “WASH ME”.
At the grocery store. I open the cooler to get a gallon of milk. An old-timer waits on me.
“I’m sure glad I wasn’t born a cow.” he says.
“‘Cause I’d be in even deeper than I am now.”
“Oh,” I reply “but you never know. You may be reborn a cow in your next life.”
“In this life I was born a free man, but now I’m a slave!”
“Married?” I ask.
“That too.” He answers.
“She sent you out to get milk, huh?”
“Yup. See what I mean?”
“You be careful.”
“Um. OK. Will do. Thanks.”