Repulsion

Just ahead, on the covered walkway of the shopping mall is a bench. Seated on the bench is a woman. She is fat, ugly, and coated with excessive cosmetics like a 1930s doll. The noxious odor of burning tobacco wafts toward me from the cigarette in her right hand. Her left hand is busy holding a cell phone to her ear and mouth. Her unpleasant voice ricochets off the hard surfaces of the wall behind her and concrete floor below. Fortunately, I need not engage her in any manner nor remain in proximity to her. I move on, repulsed, but wondering in my mind and heart ... which is more repulsive? Her being and behavior or my disdainful judgment of her and distaste for her and those like her. Sagaverus November 2006

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