The light changed and he stepped off of the curb, crossing in front of four lanes of cars rushing home from work on Friday evening.
He wore a faded, frayed, rumpled, red jacket to shield himself from the early fall chill, and geometrical print shorts that were once probably bright yellow, but were now only a loud fashion statement. A crooked baseball cap covered spriggy, unkempt hair, and white socks rose to mid-calf from his black shoes.
As he shuffled across the intersection, his right arm hung limp at his side, while the left swayed with his step, propelling him toward the other curb.
One of the drivers eyed the pedestrian’s every step, noticing the effort exerted by his spindly white legs.
The driver looked down at his own blue jeans, baggy shirt, name-brand tennis shoes, lively music spilling out of his car speakers to signal the beginning of the weekend.
Maybe...maybe I don’t have it so bad after all, he thought.
"Nowadays people can be divided into
three classes: the haves, the have-nots
and the have-not-paid-for-what-they-haves."