On my way home from happy hour last night, I ran into old guy who was really funny and brilliant.
When I rode my scooter and enjoyed the midsummer night, I was stopped because of the red light.
While I was thinking about the structure of my fiction, an old guy stopped next to me. I wasn’t paying attention to him at first, but then he did one thing which got me stare at him.
He put his hand into his mouth, took out upper row of his teeth and started clearing his teeth with his filthy fingers. He rubbed his teeth on his shoulder, and then put them back. He took out his lower row of teeth, and repeated similar clearing process.
Oh, Gosh! It was really gross!
He turned to look at me and gave me a ‘brilliant’ smile, and he rode away, leaving me astonished on the street.
I wonder if he wanted to give me a smile so that he cleared his teeth first.
I should take my cell phone and videotape what I did. Too bad I missed it.