Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
As I stood at the bus stop this morning, a man walked up to me. He stood too close. Instinctively, I stepped back a few inches.
"Listen," he said, "I am God. I am the Lord God Almighty. Everyone in my life has screwed me. They lie to me and steal from me. I never expected to end up here.
"Now, I left a bag over there," he continued.
A truck had just driven by and I wasn't sure I heard him right. Although this guy looked like he'd had a tough life, he was clean, middle-aged, and dressed in a sweater and shoulder bag as if for work.
"A what?" I asked. I wanted to get his whole story before I found out what he wanted.
He took a puff of his cigarette and looked at me with intense blue eyes. "A bag," he said.
"So," he told me, "I'm trying to get to the train. To the subway into the city and then maybe to New York."
I waited. I figured this was the part where he'd ask for money, but he didn't.
"Well," I said, "you can take this bus..." The 16Y was pulling up.
"It goes to the train station?"
He nodded, picked up his coffee from the newspaper box next to him and walked away. When I turned around to look for him, he was gone. He never got on the bus.