What at first glance looked like the actions of an angry, aggrieved individual turned out to be the embodiment of kindness
There was a street sweeper I’d see frequently about our neighbourhood in London. For the most part he seemed grumpy and aggrieved, muttering not so sotto voce to himself about “filthy bastards’’ as he cleaned discarded food, beer cans and much worse from our local streets and gutters.
His anger was, at times, a little frightening. I’d observe him warily, and I would often cross the road to escape his invective (I believe, in his eyes, any human was a potential litterer and therefore deserving of a harsh word or two). Glancing at him the wrong way could set him off, so I’d always try not to look directly at him if we crossed paths.
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