While on the bus home from work this evening, waking from my slumber not far from my stop, a man sitting opposite engaged me in conversation.

Slurring heavily, he asked if I was on my way to work. I replied in the negative, stating that i’d finished for the day. He said that I was fortunate, finishing so early. Noticing my confusion, he said, you’re not a doorman?

Again, I said not. He was quite apologetic, but commented that I had a nice coat.

My temporary companion appeared not to recall our very similar bus conversation of an evening around last Christmas. Perhaps we shall meet again next year.