I was minding my own business. This doesn’t happen very often. Comes in handy in my line of work. But people other than my clients aren’t always very appreciative. For once I was minding my own business. Just meandering.
I heard the click-click-click coming toward me. A guy was walking his bicycle, but I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe my newfound Zen came from my T-shirt. Said “It is what it is.” An attitude I rarely take. For some reason, I thought the shirt was clever.
It is what it is. An interruption, that’s what it was. I heard an indistinct voice and didn’t realize the dope walking the bicycle was talking to me. He had short hair and dim eyes. I didn’t know if the quizzical expression was the result of a query I hadn’t heard, or if it was permanent.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
He knit his brow a little too earnestly. “Can I read your T-shirt?”
I don’t know, pal. Can you?
