Went out for a big grocery shopping this morning. Buying many tinned items, big bags of grains, etc. so that I wouldn't need to carry heavy loads for another 2-3 weeks. I was thinking about the shopping trip last night and strangely felt quite uncomfortable going home by taxi. No, taxi people are pleasant and helpful here. But I just had a funny feeling that I wouldn't like this particular trip.
Any way, I walked down to a supermarket and did the big shopping and phoned for a taxi. Then, a familiar taxi driver appeared. After helping load the shopping in the boot and got into the car, he asked "How's your man doing today?" (He had driven us home quite many times before.) Oh, dear. He didn't know about my hubby! So, I explained. He was very shocked and became very apologetic. After 10 months, there are still some people who don't know about my hubby. But of course it's nothing surprising. I didn't feel upset when telling the news at all and trying to calm him down.
I might have known subconsciously that I would have to break the news to one of the taxi drivers whom I knew, which could be the reason for my uncomfortable feeling last night.
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