Wayfaring: Mr. C, you have the flu.
Mr. C, nearly 80, covered in tattoos including LOVE/HATE tats on his fingers, and completely adorable: Well ya know, I don’t do much or go many places. I mostly sit at home and think. And I been thinkin… maybe I got the flu! Looks like I was right!
Wayfaring: Yes sir you were.
Mr. C: Oh! I gotta get somebody to go check on my neighbor. She’s elderly, you see, and she don’t got nobody so I take care of her best I can. I hope to goodness I didn’t give her the flu. She’s such a sweet lady. I don’t want her to end up in the hospital too. You know… (whispers) we kiss sometimes.
Wayfaring: Oh watch out Mr. C!