Standing in line at the local coop, getting a few bits for lunch, my thoughts wonder. A young lady stands behind me talking in the usual Aldershot tone. It’s difficult to ignore the conversation as hard as I try. A middle aged woman pops her head out from behind the second aisle. “Sorry, there’s a little bit of a queue”, I said, pointing behind me. “YEAH, I know!” she replied, firmly standing ground. “Alright!”… I reply as nothing else comes to mind.

So if I don’t smile at you, don’t say good morning or ignoring your every existence by looking at my feet, then think of the lady of the coop that drained my last twinkle of humanity…

Why does the book “The Catcher in the Rye” comes to mind.