Hmm

So I am walking back from yoga and am crossing the street that bisects the one that runs in front of Brooks Pharmacy and a slightly chubby kid (and by kid I mean he's probably 25) with black hair and pink cheeks is in the back seat of a small green four-door sedan that is blocking the crosswalk and he asks me as I am going to cross the street "What's in the bag? Hey, got anything good in that bag?"

"Uh, a yoga mat," I answer him, wiggling it.

I cross the street and as I am walking away I hear him say "Look! I should do yoga, huh?!"

I turn to look and Mr. Tubby Apple-Cheeks has one besneakered foot tucked behind his ear.