The Man in the Baggy Red Shirt

“Excuse me ma’am?” I don’t like to be called Ma’am so I closed my car door. “Excuse me ma’am?” I heard again. I opened the door and turned around to see a man in an over-sized red shirt and black baggy pants standing at the back end of my car with a walker. “Do you … Continue reading The Man in the Baggy Red Shirt