Isn’t It Ironic, Don’t You Think? . . . I Mean Seriously!

I was taking a walk over the weekend when I noticed a man and a woman sitting on a stoop huddled together a few feet in front of a shop. It was a cold, partly cloudy, blustery day. Perhaps they were sitting there together waiting for someone. There were numerous shops and restaurants in the area and it was around brunch time, so it didn’t seem out of the ordinary.

As I got closer, my eyes briefly crossed paths with the gentleman’s eyes and looking into his eyes and at his facial expression, I knew there was more to the story . . . something was wrong.

After our eyes crossed paths, I looked down and noticed the two of them holding hands firmly. I looked up towards the woman and noticed she was holding a phone up to her ear. She was nodding, acknowledging the caller on the other end of the line. As I got even closer, I glanced at her face which was filled with distraught and much sadness. I could see that she was crying. The gentleman was trying to comfort her during this ordeal, whatever it was.

As I walked passed them, I couldn’t imagine what she, what they were going through. I didn’t hear anything nor was I attempting to eavesdrop as I passed by; but, I couldn’t help but feel for them during this difficult time.

As I walked into a store a short while later, there was a song playing that was unfamiliar to me, but I kept hearing the following lyrics:

“I need some good news, baby
Feels like the world's gone crazy
Give me some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me

I need some good news, baby
'Cause all the world's gone crazy
I need some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me”

The song that was playing was “Good News” by Ocean Park Standoff.

I thought to myself . . . Wow, the irony! Seriously!