this morning #909.

this morning, this old man was standing next to me snapping his bony fingers near my left ear. from the agitated look on his face, i assumed that getting my attention had taken way longer than he’d expected. i simply hadn’t noticed him. after staring at my laundry tumbling in the dryer in front of me while songs of the humpback whale flowed into my ears, my brain had gone into a sort of meditative state. i pulled off my headphones, half-heartedly apologized & asked what i could do for him. he gathered himself, looked me dead in the eyes & asked “can i get a pair of your underpants?" i’ll pay you handsomely.” as i took a moment to compose my response, he continued. “i’m not a pervert.”