A true story from Portobello Road (London)
July 18, 2020
The robed Hara Krishna follower approached me with an outstretched hand holding some sort of sticker. “Gift. Gift.” He said, gesturing with whatever it was.
I reached into my right pocket and his eyes crinkled with a smile. I extended my hand, offering him a “Bucktown” neighborhood button that we commissioned for our trip.
“No. No.” Shaking his head he thumbed the edge of his robe to indicate he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, pin a button on the saffron garment.
I extended my hand again, asking him to accept it anyway. He turned and briskly walked away saying “No. No. No. No. No.”
(July 2019)
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