2004-02-11..3:50 p.m.

How do you tell a grown man that he�s got his shoes on the wrong feet? I don�t know, myself, but wish I did because this poor creature, who obviously had Downs� or something similar, was shuffling around the bus stop yesterday morning asking people if the 153 would pick him up there and no one would help him at all, instead just gave him funny looks and edged away gripping their newspapers as protection. It was pitiful and pitying, a horrid combination.

I did end up telling him that he was in the right spot, but couldn�t bring myself to tell him about his misplaced loafers. I think it would have embarrassed him greatly, but was it just that I was embarrassed? Am I a horrible person?