Disturbed

I was walking home from work and a man in his 50s yells out to me from his window. He asks me what happened to my leg. He tells me that he was using crutches for 12 weeks. We share our stories and he asks if there is a lady in my life. Then, he asks me if I want to go for a beer on Friday. I told him I was going away. He told me to drop by whenever I'm free. Either he needs a friend or is a creeper. I was disturbed.