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.
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