Friday, February 23, 2024

A Critique

 The tall, older black man with the plastic shopping bags and the khaki vest stops and watches me as I wheel my scooter up the sidewalk towards him. The sidewalk narrows right there, so I assume he’s waiting for me to pass, and I make eye contact and give him a smile as I do.

“Damn, you’re a grown man!” he finally exclaims as I pass him, eyeing my helmet, my scooter, my sweats, my whole... thing with evident disgust. “Join the military or something!”

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