I slowed from a briskly paced power-walk to more of a casual stroll. Who was he to have me in such a huff? I'm bigger than that! Yeah, I'm gonna walk at the speed I choose! Ah, is that hobo looking at me? He's totally eyeing off my shoes. It's okay, just don't make eye contact again and you'll be fine... What the hell I said don't make eye contact! Yep, he's coming towards me now.
I broke into a jog.
Before I rounded the corner I looked back over my shoulder and saw the hobo--huh? Take off his hobo hair? And--oh great, start addressing a camera crew. Fantastic. A fucking social experiment. Dear God let it be for a small community television station...
Guess it could have been worse. At least I didn't full on spazz out and hysterically shriek, "These shoes are mine!!" and then run off flailing my arms.
I looked down at my feet and saw the edge of my fifty poking out. I pushed it back down again and tried to put the fake hobo and future humiliation behind me. Deep breaths...
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