Flying Dough

Yesterday, I was sitting at Pagliacci pizza working on my homework for writing class and, well, eating pizza. A few tables to the right, was a man in his mid thirties, dressed in grey pants and a wool jacket. Thick groomed hair, he looked like an academic. Aside from how close his face was to his pasta, he appeared totally normal. As I typed, I felt him watching me intensely. He was far enough away that I wasn’t particular worried, in fact, just thought I might have an awkward attempt at a friendly conversation. However, I was relieved when he got up to leave. He stopped about ten feet in front of me and turned, looking straight into me. He tossed a small piece of pizza crust that hit the wall next to my head and said:

"Don’t you ever try to kill me again”

I didn’t touch the crust, just pushed it to the ground with my napkin. Next time I try to kill someone; I will make sure it’s at a Thai restaurant. But I was a bit shaken up after, his look was so intense. I stayed for a while, just to make sure he went along his paranoid way.

This morning, I walked over to Top Pot, through the alley as per usual. A homeless man was shuffling from dumpster to dumpster. Normally I would just wander past him, but I hung back, maybe a little affected from the pizza crust attack. He approached the third dumpster and reached for a small bag and a bit of trash near the wheels. He picked the trash up, pulled out a glass bottle and dropped the rest in dumpster. He then walked five feet to his left and dropped the bottle in a blue recycling bin.