Salad for Breakfast

This morning on the way to work there was a girl in a pretty blue and white polka-dotted dress wearing those kinds of shoes that have cork wedges that raise up only so high that made her legs look long. She had long brown hair and a blue jacket on. She stopped for a moment to straighten something out on her shoe strap and I thought I would tell her that she had made some nice clothing decisions for the day but I didn't since she would maybe think I was trying to pick up on her but really its just nice to see people make the right clothing decisions; it makes the day go so much better,
A block later I passed by the Muslim woman who sells the newspaper right next to the French bakery. I always look at the heading on the Post since the Post's headlines are so outlandish and stupid and they give me a little extra pepper in my gullet. The woman who sells the papers is a little older than the other woman who used to sell the papers there. They swapped out some time ago and they both wear the black head-to-toe hijab get-up that Muslim women sometimes wear. You could tell when they swapped out becuase they have different sorts of messed up eyes. The former newspaper saleswoman had this terribly lazy left eye and the current one has this prominent, red bumpy skin rash around both of her eyes. Since that's the only thing one sees when they wear that get-up I guess that's the only thing one sees.
I was walking behind a guy who had a green t-shirt that said in big block letters "I SPENT THE DAY IN THE GUTTER" and he really looked like it too and it wasn't even the end of the day yet.
There was a smallish woman carrying a forest green sack of laundry that she suddenly had to stop and adjust her grip on and I nearly bumped into the back of her. I could almost hear her brain say "Well mister you shouldn't have been walking so close behind me" and really you know what? I probably shouldn't have been. Who needs to be in such a hurry?
This morning I had salad for breakfast because that's what was left over.