Tricky day it’s turning out to be….

.....walking down 4th street, guy shuffles right behind me and whispers, ‘money’, I jump up, “Ay!”; he laughs, “I said ‘morning’”.

Ten minutes later, a man on crutches picks up his left one and points it at me; “Watch your step!”
I stop, check my footing; nothing. “Just messing with you,” he laughs, “Good morning”.

Huh. Yeah, good morning...