Hello? Hello?

Walking Sparky last night at 2:30 a.m., I encountered a man in distress at 24th Street and 2nd Avenue. He was standing with a wide stance in the street, wavering with the wind (he may have been a bit drunk), holding a cell phone to his ear and shouting "Hello? Hello?" Then he would mutter desolate obscenities under his breath. It looked as if he had been abandoned far from home by a group of fickle bar friends.

As Sparky and I passed by, I looked at him. He look apprehensively back at me. We said nothing to each other, and Sparky and I continued on our walk.