NOT VERY SERIOUS
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.
veered to the left, toward the curb. But he was already veering that
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