Another kind of weirdo

“You just put me on a leash and lead me around,” says the man behind me in line at the CVS.

I turn around, perhaps a little too fast to be covert. I don’t see a phone, but I do see him notice me.

“I’ll be there at five and you can lead me around,” he continues. “You’re the boss and I am totally at your mercy.”

He finishes his call. A moment later, he taps me on the shoulder.

“I was on a call,” he says, tapping his Bluetooth earpiece. “I didn’t want you to think I was the kind of weirdo who just talks to himself.”

“Not at all,” I say. “I didn’t think you were that kind of weirdo.”