So, hell, I meditate

What else are you going to do at nine in the morning while you wait on an inspection? Right, so I start mediating in lotus position in a plastic lawn chair on the concrete strip in front of the oil place. Two minutes in and the guy next to me offers the sports page. Kind gesture, or malevolent, I couldn’t tell which. No thank you I said, twice.

Three minutes later I am retreived. I am overly polite amongst the accusatory glares. I laugh when I pull into the road.

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