Car

A few weeks ago I watched a few people trying to break into a car. I heavier set man with jeans sagging a little below “public comfort” hunched over the window of a small, blue car. He held a tool I’d assume you use for that kind of thing. A larger truck is pulled up aside car, they all seemed be friends or acquaintances maybe. They gathered, but they were saying is beyond me, they were a too far away to hear anything, and I was moving pretty quickly, I looked back… but still quickly. I tried not to look too closely but I could tell they felt my presence. I look at a nearby “Did you know this about this historical building” sign, to seemingly assure to them I am not a bother.

But I felt a little bothered, I still feel bothered. I walked home… uneasy.

Did they get the car? I don’t know.