It’s still dark, as I sprint from the park heading towards home to shower and change for an early appointment. As I careen across 86th Street, there’s a female in front of me who jumps as I proceed to pass.
“Sorry,” I say over my shoulder, “didn’t mean to scare ya.” In that brief instant I see she’s all of 15, her ear buds closing out the world around her. As I reach my building I think, you don’t have time for a Joan of Arc Susannah, but turn back anyway.
“Hey,” I say, smiling my best, I know I should mind my own business, smile.” She at once takes out her iPod politely paying attention to my sudden reappearance.
“Its none of my business, but…before, when I frightened you, remember?”
She nods. “Well, what if that wasn’t me? It’s dark, you’re listening to your music…you’re so young and pretty, someone could hurt you. Please take better care of yourself on your way, I’m guessing to the train. Okay?” I pause, hoping not to get sassed for my unsoliticed two cents.
She nods again, but this time with a great big smile as she obediently folds up her iPod putting it inside her purse and says, “Thank you, ma’am, I will.”
Could’a done without the ma’am part, but hey…bottom line?
If you have to be late, let it be for a kid.