so i lied

Dear Creepy Old Man That Always Says Hi to Me at JR's,

I don't like it when you talk to me in the first place, but could you please refrain from saying hi if you see me on the street? Especially if I see you walking the opposite direction of the metro in the circle then suddenly you end up behind me in Gallery Place, catching up to me at the stop light on 7th and H and tapping me on the shoulder despite the fact that I'm wearing headphones and obviously not in a good place. "Going to work?" No, I'm fucking up at 8:30 on a Friday in the freezing cold after sleeping for maybe 2 hours just for the fuck of it. Please leave me alone. You're kind of terrifying.

You're gross,
Stuart