As I crossed the lobby at work the other night, heading for the door, I noticed an older man leaning against the wall, hands up over his head like he was trying to keep from falling down. As I approached he turned around, still propped against the wall, and reached up to adjust his mask, which he had been wearing over his eyes and nose.
“Are you all right?” I asked, because honestly it looked like he was having an episode of some kind. I don’t like to butt into other people’s business, but I’d like to think that if I was having what looked like a stroke in a public place, somebody would stop and offer assistance.
He looked at me like I had asked him the most stupid question ever uttered. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, just to make sure I wouldn’t ask him any more dumb questions.
Just asking, fellah, just asking.