I did walk a piece today. I did wait a piece today—in the dentist clinic waiting room. A woman in front of me, age sixty, brunette to red hair—ponytailed—at the inquiry desk, left her queue to sit down. I followed.
“So you’re a monk?” she began.
“Yes!”
“What order?”
“Hare Krishna!”
“Oh yeah! Why the colour?”
“This saffron tone is reserved for celibate monks. It’s a colour worn before one’s married, and after retirement. I never got married. I’ve had this colour all these years.”
“When did you j