Street harasser: Inaudible.
I take three steps and freeze on the fourth.
Turn. “Excuse me?”
He offers a half wave? He is eating out of bag with crumbs falling out of his mouth. Yes, he forgot he did not just download me for $29.99 a month: I can talk back. He looks embarrassed. He says defensively; “I said, how are you doing?”
“I am fine,” I say crisply and clearly. And walk. Some consolation in his misery but it does not outweigh mine.