I'm not really sure how to explain what happened last night. I was at home alone playing some online scrabble(don't judge me) when the doorbell rang. My first instinct was like everyone when someone is at your door unexpectedly. I wanted to hide, peek out the window and wait until they left. For some reason I decided I needed to see who was at my door at 8:45 at night. I opened the door and a short middle aged man was standing there. He was kind of short, had unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and a rather nice mustache. Well, it was a regular mustache but I think they are all rather nice. Anyway, this is what happened when I opened the door.
Ben- Hi.
Man- Hello sir how are you this evening?
Ben- I'm good.
Man-How long have you lived here?
Ben- Um... about six months.
Man- Oh....
silence
Ben-
(gives awkward look)
Man-(
also gives awkward look)
more silence
Man- I'm your neighbor
Ben- Oh, where do you live?
Man- Umm... I live down the...
more silence.
Man-My name is Tom
Ben- uh... nice to meet you Tom. I'm Ben.
Tom- I live in the neighborhood
Ben- o.k
Tom- I need insulin
at this point in my mind am thinking that I might actually be talking to the hobo that stole my bikes.
Tom- my father will be here soon. He will help me with the insulin. I just need twenty dollars to buy it.
Ben- Did you steal my bikes Tom?
Tom- no
Ben- (stares at Tom a moment) I don't have any cash.
Tom- ok
Ben- sorry
Tom-ok
Tom starts to walk away. after a couple of steps he turns around
Tom- i didn't steal your bikes.
Ben- ok
and Tom walks out of my life.
Maybe, just maybe I got to meet the hobo that lived in my garage and stole my bikes. He looked guilty. Maybe it was some guy that really just needed insulin and now he is dead. I hope not, I had the twenty bucks.