A Stranger on the Street
David turned the corner, almost bumping into someone as his
eyes were turned up towards the street name on the building opposite. Calling
out an apology to the guy who had already moved on, David frowned at the sign.
Duane Street, he was pretty sure this one had been mentioned in the directions
but he had lost track of how far along he was, did he go left or right next? He
turned back onto West Broadway and glanced around. Approaching an older man
standing looking at his paper, he began to ask for directions. At that moment a
busker nearby kicked up the sound on his guitar and burst into his chorus.
Don’t walk away, baby
You got so much on your mind
I’ve got something to say baby-
Although the musician had a pretty good voice and David might otherwise have stopped to listen, now he just raised his voice to catch the man’s attention.
“Excuse me, sir? Could you help me out, see I’m trying to get to –”
“Can’t help you kid, I’m in a hurry.” He said, turning away and strolling in a very unhurried fashion down the street.
“Yeah, thanks, I can tell.” David called after him anyway. There just wasn’t any need to be rude like that. He heard a chuckle.