A few weeks ago I was getting myself into town for first time in a while, as I was nearing my destination the bus slowed at the Heilanman's Umbrella; the dampest of places rain or shine. It smells of chippy fat even when the chippy is shut.
A woman has dismounted her bicycle to scatter copious amounts of corn to 2-3 pigeons in the dankest spot in town. Her eyes dance around the streets as though afraid of arrest at any moment, it's as though she knows she is being watched but cannot locate her voyeur from atop a double-decker bus. It is almost as though she is angry with Glasgow's people and authority for not feeding it's most destitute residents and that she is dutifully doing a job someone else's job. with a sigh she remounted her cycle to continue her errands.
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