Angry Man is the only name I can give to my disgruntled friend.
I do not know his name. I only know of his
furrowed brow and seeming
disgust for everything around him.
It was many months ago that I was first introduced to him. A co-worker at my new job pointed him out at the local Arby's. "There is Angry Man." he said. "Angry Man?" I questioned. "Well we don't know his name he just looks upset all the time" my friend responded.
And so began my link with Angry Man. First it was at Arby's as he grumbled eating his sandwich, then later at the Mall with his strange twisting walk, and now, today, he has followed me to Best Buy. What does this man want? What is his objective?
And why is Angry Man so angry? Is it a medical condition? Does he feel unfulfilled with his life? Perhaps he was not born with the facial muscles to smile. The answers to all these questions and many more I will probably never know.
Maybe someday Angry Man will find his way. I can only hope.