On my way to the post office one afternoon, I passed a middle-aged lady sitting alone in front of a large apartment building. She was wearing the uniform of a domestic worker; I guessed that she might have been the maid of someone who lived in the building. She’d probably stepped outside to enjoy a short break from work.
As I walked past the lady, when I was directly in front of her in fact, she said something in a loud voice. It was one of those awkward moments when you don’t know whether the person is speaking to you or to someone on phone. I ignored her comment and kept walking.
Several paces down the sidewalk, I glanced back discreetly. The lady had indeed been talking to someone on her phone. I was relieved, because her comment was rather personal.
“I like women, and I just want someone to take care of me.”
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