I deliver two cases of water to a house. While I am away from the vehicle, a man speaks to my young partner through the open passenger side window. He was seen loitering as we pulled to the curb. The man walks up, registers a complaint of arm pain due to excessive masturbation and asks for a medical opinion. He takes a moment to consider the young man’s guarded prognosis, wanders off, disappears into a neighboring house. Maybe he mistook the Red Cross truck for an ambulance I say, took us for paramedics. My partner, nineteen or twenty, just laughs, shakes his head and resumes managing text traffic on his mobile device.