NOT VERY SERIOUS

By Maximus Clarke

I had a bill to mail, so en route from my apartment to the subway, I dashed across a street to a curbside mailbox and dropped the envelope in. As I turned to continue on my way, I saw an old man, stooped and laden with plastic grocery bags, coming slowly along the sidewalk towards me.

I veered to the left, toward the curb. But he was already veering that
way. So I veered to the right. Then I remembered that I needed to cross the street to get to the subway, so I veered left again. The old man started muttering as he approached. I didn't think he was talking to me, but as he passed, I realized what he was saying:

"Left or right? Pick a side. You're not very serious, are you?"

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