The Man in the Park
So there I was, in the park. I’d gotten bored and decided to go out for a little walk, just me and the birds chirping in the breeze. I don’t usually have time to do anything like that, but sometimes you just have to get away, find a bit of quiet, and let nature clear the cobwebs out of your brain. But, I digress. I was walking happily along, minding my own business, when I spotted him. He was sitting alone on a park bench, and he looked to be up there in years, perhaps in his 80s. And, he seemed to be taking an odd interest in me. “Oh, great,” I thought to myself. “I come here for some exercise, to clear my head, and here’s this old guy watching me like some stalker. I’m probably gonna get mugged or something.” Of course, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was highly unlikely that some random senior citizen was up to the challenge of attempting to mug me. Besides, what did I really have of value to be mugged over anyway? I kept walking, sticking to the sidewalk, b...