Humans, one to another.

2016





A tall man with an unusual name does me a favour.  I protest.


"I have no money presently!"


"What is a human if he cannot assist another human with something he can easily do?"


I felt myself  blush.  


I recently apologised to a petrol attendant for having no cash on me for a tip.


"You are not required to pay me to do my job."


I felt myself blush.











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