Tuesday, 9:30 am. A red car stops for a traffic light.
Man Old Enough to be My Father: [Holds up a pair of green plastic frogs for sale, squeaks them engagingly]Intersection B
Me: [Shakes head, looks off in another direction]
MOEtbMF: How come you're so pretty?
Me: [Shrugs] Can't help it.
MOEtbMF: I like you. [Walks away]
Tuesday, 10:30 am. A red car slows, signaling a left turn.
Little Old Man with a Walker: [Dinky wave]