Walking the dog, while trying to catch up with SWMBO who left 5 minutes before me but walks everywhere at warp speed, I was leaning against a wall having jarred my damn knee.
It happens, no biggy, a couple of minute’s quiet and I’m usually good to go.
The dog just lays down across my feet and waits.
A friend stops and asks if I’m OK?
“Surely, it happens from time to time, I’ll be fine in a second or two”.
He’s in no rush, fusses the dog who is a big Jessie and is all over him.
‘We’ know him well and is one of the few that the dog trusts implicitly.
Know that phrase “Never judge a book by its cover”?
He’s one of those types. A bit of a tatty cover.
Roundly condemned by some as a drunk, and apparently unpredictably violent.
Still he always looks a bit ‘worse for wear’, and yes, he literally does ‘sweat’ alcohol.
Yet if you can get past that, talk to him (and everyone has a tale behind their life), then meet him halfway, he’s actually a nice guy!
We’ve always got to know the person not the reputation ‘gifted’ by others.
Even funnier is reaction of people when they find out we’ve made our own opinion and it’s vastly different from what they think they know.
The open-mouthed look of disbelief to outright rage is sometimes priceless.