Every morning when I come to work, I come across a stretching man.
The man is dressed head to toe in lycra. He stretches next to a wall that is the height of his chest. He places one foot on the top of the wall and raises one arm in the air. He looks like an open pair of scissors.
He stands like this as I arrive at the coffee shop across from work.
He stands like this for the entire time I wait for my coffee.
He stands like this as I walk into the building.
I wonder if he is stuck.
The man is dressed head to toe in lycra. He stretches next to a wall that is the height of his chest. He places one foot on the top of the wall and raises one arm in the air. He looks like an open pair of scissors.
He stands like this as I arrive at the coffee shop across from work.
He stands like this for the entire time I wait for my coffee.
He stands like this as I walk into the building.
I wonder if he is stuck.