SEK was driving to the Winn-Dixie, about a block away from his house, when a man ran into the street waving his arms wildly. SEK pulled over, thinking the man’d just chopped off some vital extremity with his lawnmower or something.
SEK: You need help?
MAN: Hey, you don’t live around here, do you?
SEK: I — are you all right?
MAN: I don’t know you.
SEK: I live just around the corner (SEK said, pointing to his domicile).
MAN: Your music was really loud.
SEK: I’m deaf, so sometimes it gets a little loud. Sorry about that, I’ll try to —
MAN: What’s with your hat? Is that a gang thing?
SEK: It’s a lazy thing. Didn’t feel like combing my hair this morning. I’ve gotta get back home soon, get to work, you know?
And SEK drove off. On the way home, this Zimmermaning neighbor waved at SEK as he drove by.