A group of American tourists happened upon yours truly as I was endeavouring to change my trousers in the arboretum, not without some haste. It was circa 5pm, the sun low in the sky. There were five more hours remaining before we had to depart for the station.
"It's a case of killing time now, ambling and such," I blithely informed the Americans. They were in their twenties, seemed brash in a way which made me sort of uncomfortable.
"Those dusk ambling hours are when a real animal kingdom mentality can emerge," one of them observed with a hint of sadistic pleasure. I was still wearing suspenders fashioned out of toilet paper which somehow seemed to bear testament to this.
In the restaurant I ordered a vegetable soup. The guy beside me ordered a coke and sunglasses, and I interrupted to indicate that I wanted the same as well. I felt irked, and I smiled in such a way that it might seem polite or arrogant. Passive-aggressively polite. I was wearing sunglasses already but they brought me another pair anyway.
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