“An FT please”
I say to the man in the market who sells papers.
I am loaded down with goods, on my way to the car, to get breakfast, to buy coffee.
I think I am being polite.
“Good Morning,” he responds and asks sincerely, “How are you today?”
And suddenly, I am shamed.
- Toronto, March 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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