Nobody relays to you, some of the important things in life, you experience them.

Which is the reason behind my conclusion that today isn't for me. When Andrew and I left campus we went on a spree of rendezvous and lazy outing. Ditching a class, has never felt better.

I knew that I had no time to spare again after two hours with Andrew but I threw caution to the wind, which is the exact reason why I am currently in a frantic race to Parrot.

I can swear that I wasn't even thinking of anything other than my impending sack letter and how I wouldn't be able to tick any thing off my to buy list if I lose my job today, when I feel the impact of my leg colliding with something hard.

I groan and pause to stare at the cause of the sharp pain in my leg, which i trace to an array of scattered flowers and a wooden basket. I catch the loud gasping of an elderly woman before I take off and continue running.

I barely take ten steps, with my nagging conscience, I stop and walk towards the old woman that I had accidentally kicked her basket of flowers. Images of the shocked expression on her face and my impending sack letter, filled my head.

I considered ditching the old women for the second time, but I shook my head. I was bound to feel down at the end of today, and adding another wrong decision or move, wouldn't be wise.

On bent knees, I start to pick the nearest flowers, which I notice is of various kind. One is a rose, another a hibiscus, a forget me not, and others that I don't know and cannot recollect.

The flowers that I was able to pick, filled the basket half way, and just when I am about to look around for flowers, I look up and see someone dump another batch into the basket. It is a boy.

"I am sorry, ma".  I nod at the old woman.

She smiles faintly, with her basket of flower secured in her arms. I notice that, her entire outfit; from her long gown, to the kitten heels peeping beneath the gown, to the wristband on her hands, and the beads of necklace on her neck is dubbed in bright pink. Only her greying hair and wooden basket  is the exception to this colour theme.

"Thank you". I am about to nod to her words when I realize that, the words of gratitude is not directed to me but the boy standing near her. The boy unhinges a black and neon green headphone from his ears, which succeeds in ruffling his light brown hair.

"You are welcome" His voice is almost a whisper. I am in no position to demand for a show or word of gratitude, but she could have at least acknowledged my effort.

"And you... huey, always running".  She surprises me by calling my name, then proceed to pull my right ear with brute force.

I howl in pain, clasping my ears immediately it is released. I cast a glance at the boy who is staring back at me, and woefully fighting a smile.

I, make a decision that there is no use, running to Parrot. I would walk as care free as possible.

Fun fact: I work at parrot, a place that makes amazing hamburgers.