man

He pulls up beside me while I’m stationary, in that red Toyota, or maybe in that Mitsubishi, winds down his passengers side and forgets the formalities.

“Man, do you know where I could get a good steak this time of night?
“No, man, I’ve no idea.”
“Nah? man, I’ve just got the biggest, fuckin’, craving for a good, fuckin’, steak.”
“I wish I could help you out; Maybe down near the station.”
“What at the pub?”
“Maybe. man I don’t really eat steak.”
“Yeah but just because you don’t eat steak, doesn’t mean you wouldn’t know where I could find a steak.”
“Fair enough. But I really have no idea.”
“Okay man. Do you wanna come look with me?”
“Nah man, I’ve eaten. And I don’t eat steak.”
“Why don’t you just come for the drive anyway? Oi I gotta show you this song by DJ Craze. Do you know DJ Craze?”
“You’ve told me about him before.”
“Yeah well, he’s got this song that goes ‘wup, wup, wup’, come with me I’ll show you I’ll show you.”
“Nah, man I think I’m just going to go to bed”
“Alright. But you gotta listen to a bit of this song.”
“Man, I am really just not in the mood.”
“Okay, man.”

He drives off, unperturbed, highly peaceable, changing to the next track, with a hard-on for medium-rare.