Flip-flops

He once again looked at his flip-flops.
— Well, why are you giggling so much ? You never forgot to change your shoes when leaving the house ?
— I feel sorry for you, in this kind of rain — she replied, refraining from laughing.
It poured harder and they both shrunk under the hollow canopy of the bus stop.
— And where do you go like this ?
— Nowhere anymore.
— And if it doesn't stop raining ? — she laughed.
— Then I will ask you to bring us a tea ! After all, you have an umbrella !

A bus emerged from behind a hill. Silence fell.
The driver slowed down, looked at them expectantly, and drove on.
— So, what about the tea?

Łódź-Retkinia, 1979