There might be a story here

The other day, I left the tennis center to run some errands during lunchtime. The center is located in a residential area, but on a collector street that carries a fair amount of traffic. I had not accelerated much after pulling out of the parking lot, and it was probably a good thing. As I approached the first cross street, a man with no shirt was running barefoot at full speed, holding his jeans up with one hand (even though he had a belt). He did not look either direction before he went tearing across the main road into the distance. Never broke stride. What on earth was going on? I ruled out that his house was on fire, because he could have tried to stop one of the cars or run down the collector street to the police sub-station. Was he having a rendezvous with someone he should not have been and was discovered? Was he just locked out of his house and needed to get to work? I guess we will never know. But, I still wonder.

A couple of days later, in Midtown, I saw a guy walking down the street playing a guitar. Maybe there is not much mystery there (actually pretty normal for Midtown), but it made me wonder again about all the people there are in this world and all the different stories there must be on any given day. I only caught a glimpse of two.