A blind man tried to come home with me today.
I was watching traffic, waiting to pull out of the parking lot, when I heard some rap-a-tapping at my passenger door. It was the blind man with his white cane.
He seemed to be trying to walk through my car, so at first I thought he was just confused. That was what his expression told me. But maybe that's just what his face looks like, because his expression did not change once.
And he didn't try to move away from my car. At first he kept touching it. He whacked the passenger-side mirror, then spun around 360 degrees and started feeling along the door.
He tried the handle. I wondered if maybe he was trying to hijack my car. But something tells me he wouldn't have gotten very far driving...
And if he tried to make me take him somewhere, how would he know I wasn't driving to the police station instead of his creepy dark basement apartment with no windows?
Then he gave up. He just stood there. Like, less than a foot away from my car. Open-mouthed and fidgeting. Maybe devastated that the weird little rendezvous he had been fantasizing about for a week would never come to fruition. He wasn't trying to ask for money. He had no can, no sign, no outstretched hand. Nothing.
I pulled away slowly, afraid that me might try to walk through my car again and make me run over his foot.
I have considered that he might be a zombie. He sure looked the part with his rolled-back, glazed-white eyes and gaping mouth frozen in a permanent groan. Plus that whole bizarre behavior and brain fog thing...
Just to be on the safe side, grab up some baseball bats and don't let anyone bite you. Especially if they smell like decay.
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