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.
And wonderful.
:^)