I got this bouquet for US$2.50 in an alley down my block. It used to occupy a whole alley, but the space is used by a Thai restaurant for its overflowing customers now.
The flower stall now occupies a tiny, air-conditioned "shop" towards the back. The shop is so small it has room for only 2 people at one time, but the fragrance of the flowers is all the more stronger because of it.
After paying for the bouquet, a big Rottweiller was sprawled at the entrance/exit. The lady proceeded to say, "Hey Rocky, move over, the lady has to step out." Rocky lifted his massive head and looked at me with the sleepiest of eyes that said, "What's going on?"
Rocky did not budge and the lady said that Rocky belongs to a garage owner next door, but he always ambles over when there are would-be clients at her stall. This is when the sliding door of the shop would stay open and streams of cool, air-conditioned air would stream out. When the customers finished buying or browsing, they would most certainly find a huge, gentle Rottweiller in front of the shop's entrance.
I patted him when I left. Walking down the alley, I could still hear the lady telling Rocky that she's closing the sliding door now, and he should go back to his owner. As for Rocky, he heaved a mighty sigh and lie down again. Guess the cool air hadn't all dissipated. Smart pooch!!
2 comments:
I loved your writing!
I could alsmot see everything that was going on.
Thnaks, so was your description of the Yamashita's pooches :D
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