My second conversation with a strange one took place outside the restrooms in Marks and Spencer. We'd been to the rally, taken the girls to lunch and I was all on my own waiting for them to come out. There was a comfortable seating area and I was feeling rested and content.
There was a woman close by, around my own age, fussing with a wheeled shopper. She asked me,
Do you know if the buses have started running yet?
I had to confess I did not know that.
She said in grumpy tones,
It's those protesters at City Hall. No buses running because of them. I don't know what they're even protesting about!
It's not a protest. It's a rally, part of International Women's Day. It happens every year.
Well, I don't know what they need to be out shouting and marching and stopping the traffic. There's no need for it!
Of course, I informed her (with some delight) that I had taken part in it. She did not look impressed.
Humph! I don't see the point of it. Stopping the buses. They need their backsides kicked!
So I said to her,
You know how this country is. Everyone enjoys taking to the streets for a bit of a march or a parade.
She never even answered me. Just flounced off pulling her wee shopping trolley behind her.