As I waited for the 109 he passed me, singing. Out of tune, words that didn't rhyme. But, never mind, it was cheerful.
He was wearing ill-fitting clothes that were a bit crumpled and dirty. He needed a haircut and shave and, no, he wasn't making a fashion statement.
He went up to the ATM and, while working through the process, he danced and waved his arms around, continuing to sing off-key.
"Have a good day, Miss," he said as he skipped passed me, heading east. I smiled. He said,"Thanks for the smile, Miss. I'm going to skip all the way to work!" (He was employed! I re-worked my mental sterotype) I almost laughed out loud.
Another man passed him, walking towards me. "Not long for this world, that bloke," he opined.
