I'm Lost

I was riding the bus home along main street the other day when I saw an incredibly sad man standing on a corner. He looked like a disheveled, homeless version of Karl Marx. The bus stopped, and I was able to get a good look at what he was doing. He stood on the corner, not by a bus stop, not by a restaurant, and not by any place meaningful. In fact, it seems he had found the most uninteresting and useless corner to inhabit. And what was he doing? Looking around in confusion, holding a grocery bag full of who knows what in one hand. He looked completely lost, and I wish someone had asked him if he needed help.