I Love Being a Fat Man!

Something good is coming back into my life – spontaneity.

I walked into Panos on Langemunt this morning, spread my arms to the staff members I know, and said …

Ik ben dik!

Probably these marvelous serving people had never seen anyone celebrating fatness, face lifted to the sky and a smile filling the space.  They were confused and amused.  And I was having fun.

Minutes later, a 50-something English-looking woman was gazing across the Leie River towards ancient buildings.  I couldn’t help myself:

Someday all of this will be yours!

She whirled around with a huge smile and said “I doubt it!”

Okay, I was on a roll.  The Cobbler beckoned – one of my favourite breakfast places.  I know the server but I’ll protect the innocent with anonymity.

She talked about her boyfriend … and maybe someday he’ll give her a ring.

Give me his phone number.  I’ll set him on the right path

Soon thereafter, I was pretend-talking into my phone to the young man, suggesting a wedding next week, or maybe the one after.  And The Cobbler hosted more smiles.

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Perhaps that’s enough being “out there” for one day

But you never know!

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