Alien Donut Man, Part III

I walked past the donut shop last night on my way to the library to drop off some books. My library branch is set to close on Sunday for a 2-year renovation, how sad. Now the closest library is on Anza and 37th, or something crazy like that.

Anyway, I walked past the donut shop, not expecting to see the Alien Donut man, who I have not seen in weeks.

Imagine my surprise when the Alien Donut man (who was sitting in his usual seat, with his blue ski jacket on) caught my eye, cracked a smile, and waved.

Shock.

Fluster.

I gave him a slight nod back and a half-wave.
We are not friends but I guess we are now acquaintances.