Yesterday, after my downtown visit, I walked home instead of asking for a ride or taking public transit to the nearest stop to my home.
It was about 840 pm in the evening when I got off from the bus at the nearest station where I don't have to pay extra fare. I proceeded to walk home. Unexpectedly, I was approached by two missionaries. It was dark and my walk was going to be long so after his quick introduction, I swiftly said my exit line "I'm in a rush to get home." Part of me wonder if they approached me because they thought I was homeless or lost.
Anyhow in hindsight, I wish I said I'm in a rush to get home but you are welcome to walk with me (until a certain location - not my home) and say your spill.
It would have been fun to have a companion to walk home with. Anyhow, I didn't get home until 1005 pm. The evening was quiet, calm and cool.
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