Crucial omitted detail: He was wearing bright red shorts and had tucked a yellow Polo shirt into them.
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: !?!
MAN: Well?
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?
MAN: —
And SEK drove off. On the way home, this Zimmermaning neighbor waved at SEK as he drove by.