For those of you who need a quick recap on Part I - I encountered a girl the other week wearing a surgical mask instead of a scarf.
Keep in mind that the weather that day wasn’t even that cold.
Today, us folk in the Dirty B encountered similar weather conditions: parka is overkill but jean jacket is risky. I was walking back to my dorm when I saw something walking toward me in the distance. Not very far, just a couple yards away, but a distance nevertheless. I saw a person walking toward me without a face.
Obviously this man had a face but I for one couldn’t see it. It took me a second to process but this man was wearing a full on black ski mask with a hole for his mouth and two for his eyes. You know, like the ones that criminals wear when they go in to rob the gas station?
To say I was startled and concerned is an understatement. As I got closer I didn’t want to make eye contact in fear that something would happen. As if.
As he walked past me, I looked down and a couple feet later I looked back. And then a couple feet later I looked back again. And then one more time, just to make sure he wasn’t going into Hawks Nest and robbing them of their fried-pickled dignity.
I’d like to note that it was probably 40 degrees out with zero wind chill. None. Zilch. Null. I was rocking my purple corduroy jacket and was a tad cold but definitely not freezing to the point where I thought:
Darn. I should’ve worn my ski mask. Or. Rats. My surgical mask is in my other coat pocket.
To each their own, I suppose.
I should set him up with surgical mask girl. Seems like they’d really hit it off.