We’re Okay.
May 16, 2008
Downtown Bellevue transit center
Bellevue, Washington
Two teenage skaters are goofing off near me as I wait for the last bus out of the Eastside. They can’t be much more than fourteen, and are quite clearly drunk.
One of them saunters over to me and asks me for a cigarette.
“You’re too young to smoke cigarettes.” I like the irony of pointing this out while he’s drunk, even though, to my way of thinking, it’s completely true.
He wavers, unbalanced. Looks more closely. “You a cop?”
Deadpan, I answer, “No.”
He nods judiciously.
“Then we’re okay.”
