I had just finished my business in the men’s room at Wal-Mart and was headed back out to the lobby. On my way I saw a man heading straight for me. His focus was on that tiny six-inch space between me and the wall to my right. I knew what he was up to so I stopped just as he was a foot away.
“Excuse me” he said.
I stood my ground.
“Does everyone jump out of your way when you head straight on to a collision course with them?”
His eyes darted from mine to the six-inch space and back to me again.
“I have a cane in my hand; I’m not jumping out-of-the-way. Really now, are you kidding me? Does everyone jump for you? I know you said yes but really; is that true?”
He was looking at that tiny space again. He made a sudden move as though he intended to slide his overly plump self through that small opening between me and the wall but stopped when my arm went up.
“Go around”, I said and he did.
I was still thinking about that as I walked across the busy parking lot toward my truck. As I did so I heard a furtive voice in the dark.
“Hey Mister; got change?”
Another thirty-five year old man. H e was dressed much better than the super collider of a few minutes ago.
I said “Yeah, I’ve got beaucoup change. How ’bout yourself? How much ya got in your pockets?”
“Dunno; not much.”
“How about this” I began. “We’ll take all the change out of our pockets and whoever has the least keeps it all?”
He looked at me kinda goofy-like.
“And when we’re done we’ll match wallets. If you’re lucky you’ll be able to go back into Wal-Mart and get a new jacket to go with those new jeans ya just bought a few minutes ago?”
He turned around and walked over to the next person.
“Pardon me ma’am; got change…?”
As I left the parking lot in my highly collectable1994 Supersport Chevy Colorado pickemup truck I saw the coin collector getting into his shiny new GMC something or other that was at least eight feet high at the top of the cab.
He waved back.