This morning, I saw a guy running across the bridge with his dog. Not unusual. His dog was carrying a stick. Not unusual. The stick was as long as I am tall, and the dog was carrying it sideways on a narrow sidewalk. Unusual. And hilarious. And John was right in front of me and DIDN’T NOTICE. He needs to look around more.
Later, I was walking back from coffee with Jess, and I noticed a guy smoking. I mean, HE was smoking. No, I mean, smoke was BILLOWING out of his mouth and hovering in a big white cloud behind him. I’m sure there was a cigarette (or a giant torch) or something involved (there must have been, right? He’s not a chimney.), but he was at the far end of the block and I couldn’t see it. Just the smoke. Coming out of his mouth. Oh my god – he’s a dragon. I missed my opportunity to meet a dragon! Damn it.