Holiday Spirit

Was coaxed into accepting a free latte from persistent Starbucks employ, after having already purchased one. Walked exactly 1 block down oxford street, a holiday latte in each of my hands before the crippling fear of being found out as a gluttonous pig overtook me. Picture: A little boy would jump from the crowd and point, his judging glare stopping me dead in my tracks. ‘They’re not for me…  I swear!’ I would plead, both paper cups raised in the air ‘They’re not for me…’

I threw the gingerbread one in the bin by the bus stop. Next time I’ll give it to that homeless man who sleeps in the doorways of The Wizard of Oz Theatre.

Posted on 4 November 2011