casual encounters

this morning a homeless man sitting in the middle of a steaming pothole asked me if he could have my coffee. i couldn't hear him because i was listening to music so i took out the right headphone and he repeated, "are you going to finish that coffee?" i responded, "i think so. sorry." later i passed a gesticulating businessman whose left hand waggled like a loose tooth. it was prosthetic but obviously outdated (made of wood) and hanging by a splinter.