Winding his watch.

Last night, I was walking home on Roland Avenue.  I saw a man sitting in a very modern car, with the engine running.  After a mouthful of fumes, I thought to myself, “What is this creepy guy doing sitting in his car?”

Yes, people sitting in their cars with the engine running kind of creeps me out.

I looked, and amidst all the colorful lights and dingies and flingies and beep-beeps [I imagine], there he was.  Quietly winding his watch.

How strange.