A Summer Story

Here's a story to mark this first day of hell.

A few summers back, I was walking home from Pilates class during that time of day where all kinds of people were coming back from the various workout places on Broadway Street and elsewhere. This included two younger women who walked past the 7/11 (seen above) on the corner of Broadway and Dorchester.

The women walked in front of me as they went past an old man who may or may not have been standing around in the middle of the sidewalk drunk. Whether or not he had been drinking, he was sober enough to turn his head and look at the women. So much so that his look turned into a pretty creepy leer. If this had been a old Looney Tunes cartoon, his neck would have spun around like a corkscrew to follow the two much younger ladies (to say nothing of wolf whistles).

The old man turned towards me and seemed to notice that I had seen his staring fit. He then turned to no one in particular and said out loud, "Well, it's good to be single again!"

Immediately, my mind cried out: Oh, no! You do NOT get to turn that into a life-affirming moment!