Clothed in sorrow’s dark array

The other day, while walking down the street, I heard somebody say to their companion, “Sometimes I don’t want to spend an evening out with my colleagues. Sometimes, I’d rather be in my pyjamas.”

I was close enough to have said to him, “Why can’t you do both?”.

But I didn’t.

2 thoughts on “Clothed in sorrow’s dark array

  1. Karen says:

    I know what you mean about something coming to your lips and then it gives you the slip. People have said things to me and then that night, I lay in bed twisting my sheets into sweaty knots going, “Why didn’t I say that when I had the chance?”

  2. Alex Andronov says:

    It’s an annoying habit that one. I do tend to think of great things to say… on the way home. Sometimes, in my darker moments however, I wonder if the only reason they seem good comments is that they forever go untested by the public!

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