speedvegan

i was talking to jose on my way to work this morning. i asked him to hold on as i came to a red light and noticed an older man in the car to my right signaling me to roll down my window. i thought he was a lost tourist in need of directions. so i kindly rolled down my window and greeted him with a friendly smile.

man: “on your way to work ?”
me: “yes”
man: “where do you work ?”
me: “weston” – i thought this was a weird question, but then again, what in my life isn’t ?
man: “where in weston do you work ?”
me: ok… that was enough weirdness for one morning – “why do you need to know where i work ?”
man: “i know weston pretty well and i thought i might recognize your company”
me: having crossed the weird-psychotic line, i looked at him… puzzled, confused
man: “do you work in a factory or a law firm ?”
me: “a law firm” – i lied
man: “that’s what i thought !”

i stepped on the gas and flew past him. jose and i were speechless for a while.