He sits by the tennis court at the stadium just like me, well-dressed. May be, he is a sports coach or manager. We chat but never talk about ourselves. Yesterday, I asked, “what do you do?”
“I am in transition”, he said.
“What does that mean?”, I asked.
“I am jobless”, he said.
“What about you?, he asked.
“Same here”. I said.
“So, why do you come here all dressed up?”
“I have to make my wife think I am out hunting for a job”.
“What about you?” he asked.
We giggled, shook hands and exchanged complimentary cards.(pda.files)