I sat on the bench, digging into my fruit salad freshly purchased at the city convinience store when a family of four tried to fit next to me. The children were thirsty and asked for a drink, they noticed the bright logo design of a juice bar across the road and begged for a "Medium strawberry one dad. Medium not small!" and " BANANA, banana, banana, etc" He stood up from the bench easing the forced bum tightening space between them and I.

On his arrival I had finished my salad and rose to give him room to sit and head to my hairdressers appointment when an elderly man, with a soft friendly face, walked toward them, took off his hat and asked "Are you all together?"

"yes.." The father stuttered

"Oh good, then you are invited. See you there."

He hands them something as I turned away.

I look back and notice the father is holding a tiny envelope with 'INVITATION ' typed on the front.



How intriguingly queer, I thought. As the elderly man walked away smiling, fixing his suit jacket and placing his hat.



"I want an invite TOO..."