A funny thing happened last night after dinner. As I came out of the restaurant, having treated myself to a good glass of red wine, I saw a man on the opposite street corner. He seemed to be bathed in a red glow of some sort. He motioned me over so I walked up to him to see what he wanted. The first thing I noticed was that his skin was very reddish and gave off the red glow. The next thing that struck me was that he kept turning to face me directly so that I could not see his back or behind him. Then, as we spoke briefly, I noticed what appeared to be bumps or protrusions on the sides of his forehead.
He says to me, “You know, it’s storming in the mountains. You’re tired and have a long hard day in front of you tomorrow. Right where we’re standing is a bus stop. You could be here tomorrow and take the bus to Grindelwald. No one would know, and it would be a hell of a lot easier. Think of yourself.” He really emphasized the “hell.”
I reply, no, I set out to walk across Switzerland, not ride a bus across it.
He rejoins, “Let me help you. It will be so easy to take the bus. Think about you. No one will know.”
Maybe I dreamed that. Or, maybe the red wine was too strong. But, this morning I did not take the bus.