Not Good Humor

Today as I walked past a panting young runner on a Central Park bench, she dropped her water bottle and it rolled to my feet. I picked it up.

As I handed the bottle to her, I smiled and said, “I’ve seen this pickup move before.”

Not only did she cut off her “thank you,” but she averted her eyes as though I went supernova.

I walked away as fast as I could without jogging.