Today at approximately 3:14pm on my way home from work I was hit hard in the leg. I looked around, up and down to find a toddler tapping my thy.
"Yes?" I asked.
The boy had shaggy brown hair and a baseball cap. The hat looked as though it was a growth on the child's head, it looked as though it had never been separated from the boy since birth. The boy held an Egon Ghostbuster action figure I lost when I was, well his age I guess.
"Here."
"Uh...Excuse me?" I said.
The boy shook the figure responding, "It's yours."
The boy stared at me as he wiped snot oozing out of his nose with his sweatshirt sleeve.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked with such confusion.
I looked around and found no sight of an adult, just cars racing by. The boy pushed up his sleeve revealing a Dick Tracy wrist watch.
"I have to go. I hope Egon joins the rest of his house." The boy said as he took the action figure from him.
"If I can find them." I said with shame.
"WHAT!"
The boy literally broke down in tears, screaming, and stomping his feet at this point I really looked around to see any strangers taking notice but there was still no one to be found. Which was weird for such early afternoon in the city.
"I mean I'm sure I'll find them they're around probably at my parents house."
"How come you don't have them at your house?" he asked.
" I grew up." I responded.
The boy kicked my really hard in the shin and I believe he called me stupid. Rather than engage him I chose to be the bigger person and ignore him.
Talk about a weird and painful journey home. Why couldn't that kid hand me a beer or money for a beer not a toy I lost years ago. Thinking about it in retrospect if that was my younger self coming to visit his future self I'd rather have the Dick Tracy watch.