I was on top of them quickly, catching both by surprise. A bottle of pills and a wad of cash changed hands.

The old man walked away with the money. Back to the nursing home and away from the cold.

Things, as they are wont to do in this city, then got weirder.

The buyer and I were walking in the same direction, albeit at different angles. Our paths diverged and as they reconvened, he spoke to me, inquiring where I got my hair cut. Before I could answer, he went on to list his full repertoire of services – scissors cut, razer cut, fades. Shampoo. Conditioner. He’d even touch up my beard.

I politely responded that I cut my own hair and continued on towards home.

I feel it’s safe to say that this weekend started off on a very odd foot.

Lobby – Day
Our hero (BRADLEY) is flagging the elevator to wait as he rushes towards it, sandwich, chips and soda in hand. A man inside the elevator (STRANGER) holds the door.

Bradley
Fourth floor, please.

Stranger
Hey, you see that skirt walking across the lobby? No, you came from the deli. Man, she was… I mean the security guards didn’t even try to not make it obvious. Well, you missed out. Here’s my floor. See you around.

The STRANGER exits the elevator on the second floor. BRADLEY rides alone up to the fourth floor, then he eats his lunch.

Yes, these things really do happen to me.