Crazy Man with Red Ponytail
This morning I walked down Main Street near a young guy smoking a cigarette and wearing green pants with a green bag slung over his shoulder and sporting a red ponytail. He looked like a character in Dazed and Confused but time does not permit me to find a photo. Sorry.
I stopped at the red light on 2nd. He continued across. There was no traffic. He made a production of looking to the left and then to the right and then looking back over his shoulder at me standing on the corner and giving me something between an irritated sigh and the stink-eye. (And it’s a one way street so the right glance was superfluous Mr. He-Who-Thinks-He’s-So-Great.)
So you chose to go, I chose to wait. Let’s agree not to judge each other.
Then my light turned green and I crossed and caught up with him at the next corner which was red and the intersection filled with cars. We stood waiting. Traffic thinned out. One car remained but paused in front of us so that the driver would not block the intersection.
Mr. Green Jeans opens his arms to the sides in a big impatient “what’s the matter with you lady” gesture and as she drives through the intersection he does a big high karate kick at the car.
I was terrified he was going to go into my building because there was no way I was getting on the elevator with that bundle of crazy. I suppose we should be grateful he wasn’t driving.