Ain’t no love in the heart of the city, Ain’t love in the heart of town…
So today, I was walking down Market Street in Downtown Philadelphia with my co-workers for our first annual Staff Fun Day (don’t ask as I will get to that in another post).We had just finished a tour of the city, which I had been living in for a total of 27 years (my boss’s idea), and were on our way to grab a bite to eat at a local Italian restaurant.We were walking, minding our own business and laughing about the tour, when out of the corner of my eye, I see this dude standing to the left of my one of co-workers.The dude, who was wearing a sleeveless sweater, blue jeans and straw cowboy hat, not only stood out like a sore thumb for his unique taste in summer fashion but the way that he was eyeballing my co-worker.“C,” as we will refer to her, was oblivious to the man with the serious eye problem and was chatting away to me about her sister’s visit to the NAACP convention. As we drew closer to him, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach that something strange was about to happen.I clenched at the umbrella I had been carrying for the forecasted rain, prepared to use it as a weapon if needed. The man began to pace side to side, still maintaining his stare at “C.”I expected him to reach out and snatch her pocketbook, which she had hoisted over her left shoulder, closer to his proximity. Before I could warn her, the man with the sleeveless sweater and straw cowboy hat, did something totally unexpected.
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