A Return to the Scene

Suddenly the door flew open and the short man emerged from it. The caretaker saw me but did not give a sign that he had known me. He completely ignored me when he was inside the counter, and made himself look like he was engrossed in an extremely important work, and that he would not be distracted with anything. Still, I pursued my intention. “Bro, can I ask you something?” I said. I watched him stooped to pick something down from his side never giving a sign that he heard me. I repeated what I said and increased the loudness on my voice.

He tossed a scathing glance at me and rather than answering my question he lobbed his own question. “Who are you?” he asked, in an unconcerned manner. I playfully assumed he had a short memory so I helped his recollection.

“Can’t remember me? I was the guy who met with—” I looked over my shoulder as I cut short on what I was trying to say.