I feel your pain

The other day I was walking the short sidewalk distance between a grocery store and a Chinese restaurant when a man caught my eye. He was white, wearing a hoody and just kind of pacing around. Not having any further interest I looked away. But as it turns out it's quite hard to walk by someone when he's staring at you and you both happen to be the only two on the sidewalk. So I obliged and gave him another look. Immediately he asked (quite gingerly), if I had a smoke. haha. No sir, I do not smoke, I could never smother these lovely vocals. Obviously the man was used to doing this because before he had the chance to relapse into shy embarrassment he commented on my Eagles jersey... Thus restoring a strangers comradery that could have been logged away as an encounter with a creepy man. *sigh... Seeing as how we couldn't connect over cigarettes, it was refreshing to know that we both shared the love for our cities fallen team. In the brief moment that it took me to walk past him and into the restaurant we both grieved for our apparent loss, but I was happy to find that I did not despair alone. Ah, football, what a grand sport...