Sidewinder

I will blog about my cat, Bella. She seems to think an afghan blanket is her mom. She will tread and tread and tread it, purring and looking at me as if to say "see, I have mom's attention." Should I tell her it's not her mom?

In the vein of things I've experienced as a gal who lived in what I now realize really was a small town, I went to Chinatown to find bonito flakes for above mentioned cat. As I negotiated the narrow sidewalks and crowds around vegetable and fish stands, I found myself almost falling forward on my face when a knot of tourists would just decide to stop walking. This happened not a few times. At one point, as I found myself trying not to dump a bag of shrimp on to someone's neatly dockered legs, I heard the man in front of me say in my native dialect, yinzer, "Hey, Danny likes turtles!".

"Get ahht a my way, jagoff!", I thought.