Tonight, like a normal Friday night , we went out. After dinner and drinks, we walked home on this crisp, October evening via Amsterdam Avenue. Again, this is not out of the ordinary.
For some reason, I was separated from Mike and he missed the entire episode. There was an elderly gentleman approaching me with intent. He was quite elderly. He appeared to be more than 90, but could’ve neglected sunscreen and been 85 instead. It seemed as if he was power-walking with his walker which of course was on wheels. Thank God for new technology. I staggered my step to escape being run down.
He was obviously on a mission. As I passed him, he turned his head carefully, looked me up and down, and then made the strangest sound I’d ever heard. It seemed to be a lame attempt at a whistle, but sounded more like a cat about to fight. SSsssssssss……..!?!?!?
I continued my city strut and realized this dirty old man was giving me the eye and the whistle that could no longer blow. I was appalled. I explained the happening to my husband and he laughed all the way home. Then he said, “You still got it.”