A guy sat down next to me at the bus stop. Tooth missing. Drunk at 11:00 a.m., but gentle. “There will never be kids without shoes as long as there is a nigger like me around,” he says. “You are a unique lady,” he says. “I like you. I’m going to see the Bruce Lee movie at the Baronet downtown. Want to come with me? I wanna see him do that Kung Fu shit. He’s bad! A lady did that to me last week. Put me into the hospital for a week.” He’s lying through his terrible teeth. “I don’t think so,” I say, so he asks for my phone number. When I decline, he laughs. “You don’t want to, but you kinda do, right?” he says, and in a way, he was right. Not him, particularly, but that kind of chance encounter is interesting. Gets your adrenaline flowing. If he had not had rotten teeth and not been drunk and the movie had been something other than Bruce Lee at the Baronet, who knows what might have happened? C’est la vie!