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I'm feeling a bit rough
this morning so I am going to tell you about one of the greatest
moments of my life.
Firstly, you need an
image of me. I'm tall, generally dressed in black and have long curly
hair. This attracts a lot of stupid comments from people driving past
in cars. A popular one is 'Hair!' I've never quiet worked that out, I
mean, I know I have hair, it's not a revelation to me.
Anyway, few years ago...
Anyway, few years ago...
Hang on, must digress a
little
I was still quite* ill
and walking was even more difficult then than it is now. I'm generally
pretty upbeat but for whatever reason it had been a difficult day,
probably a hospital visit of some sort. I tend to put bad things
aside so that detail is pretty hazy.
Digression over.
A few years ago I was
walking past the traffic lights, near my old house, on the way home
when I saw a white van slowing. The lights were red but the van was
clearly slowing far too early for the lights. It was slowing for me.
I steeled myself for
whatever was about to happen next. Usually it's comments or shouted
abuse, a couple of times I've been spat at but that's (thankfully)
been few and far between. But when you see a vehicle deliberately
slowing and you look a bit odd you know something is coming. This
transit contained three sikhs, long beards, fully turbaned up, big
smiles. Two of them were quite young, the one in the centre quite
old. They were all staring at me.
At this point, I was
thinking, please don't be awful but experience told me that was
unlikely. Y'see, we have a belief in our house that Sikhs are lucky
because neither L or I have ever met a Sikh we didn't like. I didn't
want that taken from me.
I watched the van, slow
further. The Sikhs inside were grinning like loons, eyes focused on
me and I stopped, waiting for whatever was to come.
And what was to come
was a work of genius.
As one, the three sikhs
raised their left hands from below the dashboard to reveal they were
making the international sign of metal \m/. Then, they very, very,
slowly, raised their fists above head height and, again in absolute
unison, started frantically headbanging. This left me barely able to
walk for laughing. The lights changed and, with another big grin from
the men inside, the van was gone.
I have always wanted to
say thank you to them for that. So if you are one of those sikhs and
are reading this; thanks, you made my day.
*all things being
relative
