It lasted maybe two minutes, and for most of it, we just stood wordless amidst the roar and the rain. He had a biiiiggg belly, and I could feel him breathing in and out, and he yelled something I didn’t hear and then he laughed, and then I could feel his belly really move and so I thought I should at least fake a laugh. The rain came down so hard it was making a really loud beating noise on the umbrella, and we stood there, just the two of us, castaways on a traffic island. Who gets that physically close with anyone, even friends or family, much less with a Batman stranger in New York City? He kept insisting, urging me to come in closer, and our personal space was pretty much tapped out, we were belly to belly, and even with that, water was dripping down both our backs. Was he a weirdo? A little reluctantly I moved over and under, thanking him, but as I mentioned, he was a big man-very wide-and even though it was a big umbrella, I had to get pretty close to stay out of the downpour all around us. It was New York, so I wasn’t shocked so much by the costume as I was when he offered to shelter me beneath the umbrella as well. He was wearing a full-deal Batman costume, complete with the half-face mask. It was clear that I was about to take an unwanted shower, and then out of nowhere, I had company on the island.įrom behind me, a huge man-tall and wide-appeared, with an umbrella. And I was crossing the street, and suddenly the whole sky fell in, big single drops at first, and then multiples, and I was stuck all alone on a traffic island, with no shelter in sight. I was so taken up with it all, watching all the world around me as I walked the streets, that I didn’t notice the sky suddenly darkening, the air growing a little colder, the world a little less bright. I was having a ball, it was my day off, I was in lower Manhattan, it was just a perfect day to be in the city. ![]() People were sitting on benches, walking leisurely with friends, laying on any small grassy areas to read a book, take in the sun, or watch the people going by. Everyone was out, it was one of those days when people would tell you to go outside, ‘its too nice to be working inside’. 78 degrees, no humidity, the wind blowing ever so gently, you could feel it playing tag around your body, the hairs on your arms and legs moving this way and then that, and the summer sun bathing everything in warm, clear light.
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