and I walked away
I was on my way home this evening when I came across a guy lying on the ground. This is not unusual in downtown Toronto, but what was unusual was that this guy was bleeding, groaning quite loudly and not moving all that much. I stopped and asked him if he was ok. It was a stupid question, because he was clearly in need of medical attention. People don't lie on top of their bicycles bleeding slowly from their ears if they are in good condition. He certainly noticed my attention, but I could swear he was trying to ignore me. So I asked him again, and what had happened, and really, was he ok, because he didn't look all that good. Finally he said:
- I'm waiting for my buddy.
This wasn't really what I expected, under the circumstances, because who arranges to meet their friend on a random sidewalk, bleeding on top of a bicycle? So I asked him if he was waiting for someone. Another stupid question.
- I'm waiting for my buddy to give him his bicycle.
He lifted his head, looked down the street and pointed. Sure enough, there was a guy running towards us. When he arrived, he grasped the downed cyclist by the hand and said:
- I thought you had sold it!
- I did, I sold it to so and so...
and they broke into what seemed to be an argument, not at all relevant to the situation.
and I walked away.
- I'm waiting for my buddy.
This wasn't really what I expected, under the circumstances, because who arranges to meet their friend on a random sidewalk, bleeding on top of a bicycle? So I asked him if he was waiting for someone. Another stupid question.
- I'm waiting for my buddy to give him his bicycle.
He lifted his head, looked down the street and pointed. Sure enough, there was a guy running towards us. When he arrived, he grasped the downed cyclist by the hand and said:
- I thought you had sold it!
- I did, I sold it to so and so...
and they broke into what seemed to be an argument, not at all relevant to the situation.
and I walked away.