Hairy Harry

So, I’m riding home alone on a Saturday night at 2am, crying, because, you know. And I’m in the corner, trying to sort of bury my head and rest and just processing things. And I see this guy leaning against the end door, and he’s holding what looks like an Etch-a-Sketch, except it’s this thing called a Hairy Harry. Have you seen those? There’s a drawing of a face and then all these magnetic shavings and you take this wand and drag shavings onto Harry’s face, so you’re like making him hairy. And I see him messing around with it and then he shakes it to start over, and I sort of chuckle because, who plays with a Harry Hairy on a Saturday night? And then I go back into my thoughts and I look up a few minutes later and I see him glancing at me – and then back at Hairy Harry – and then back at me… and as soon as he sees me seeing him drawing me on the Hairy Harry, we both can’t help but laugh.