“The bank ain’t open yet,” he says, when he sees me heading to the main door.
I had some business to tend to, forgetting it’s the weekend, but think, now I’ll just use the ATM.
As I proceed to get out a fast 20, this man is suddenly next to me staring quite openly with his one good eye.
Better get my New York out…quick.
“What are you lookin at,” I say, hoping he’s not about to either attack or rob me…or both, “is it my hair?”
He laughs. Good sign.
“Ah wish ma’ old lada’ had a sensa’ huma’…ya know what she wen’ and done deid’?”
I shove my card and money way inside my bag.
“No, what?” I say, aiming for the door.
“She fight with me all night, just cause ah wuz’ a leetle’ drunk.”
Run Susannah, run, but no, instead say, “Well, maybe next time you can have a little coffee before you go home, so you’re not so drunk.”
“But then I’ll lose ma’ buzz, and what’s da’ use in drinkin’ then.”
“Didn’t you lose your buzz fighting with your wife?”
He thinks about this for a second.
“Ah see what youes’ gettin’ at.”
“Nice you have a wife,” I say, as I scoot out the front door as another man comes in.