With a few Popsicles, I went to the street and landed near the Salvation Army only to pass a man on a bench; I pulled to the side and leaped from the car.
He stood and moved away.
I popped the trunk of the car and waved two banana Popsicles at him, rushing closer.
He sucked in all the heat. “Are you high? Or maybe you’re crazy?”
I laughed so hard I tripped on the curb, which didn’t help my case. “NO! …