The sun beamed down on the hot 1978 evening, and the heat bounced off the concrete and hit your face, as it glistened with sweat.

You pulled your backpack strap up further onto your shoulder, shifting the weight.

The day had been long, and you couldn't wait to get home and watch cartoons.

With no warning, a man came out from behind a van, carrying far too many groceries to hold in a small bag, and tripped over his own feet.. falling hard onto the sidewalk, sending grocery items flying out everywhere as the bag ruptured on impact.

The man laughed at himself.

"Oh, you doof.."

As he continued to chuckle, he glanced at you repeatedly, smacking his knees.

"Isn't that just peachy keen?"

You hesitated at first at the sight of the man, analyzing him.

"You need some help?"

You asked, as the man continued to chortle at himself, picking up the cracked egg shells and debris of yoke.

The man looked up at you, a grin on his face.

"Would you hand me my hat?"

He asked, pointing toward a hat that lay a few feet from him.