September 12, 2017

He sat in his tank, upset, and facing the entrance. I drove up to him and parked my vehicle behind his. “I’m not going with you”, he said. I told him that was fine and picked up his laptop. “Don’t let your eyes off it”, he warned. I told him, “I know.”

I walked into the locker room and looked in the cubbyholes with the intention of picking up his bag when it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know what it looked like. I wasn’t going to guess so I continued walking.

I walked down a set of stairs to enter a convenience store. I slipped some candy into a plastic bag and went back up the escalator.

We were standing at the turnstiles for the train when he finally caught up to us, holding his backpack in one hand. I apologized for not being able to pick out his bag for him and he went on to explain the two variants of bags he had. As he was about to scan his ticket, he quickly downed a cup of coffee.

“Take your time”, I said.