However, shortly after our phone conversation I ran into him! What are the chances of that? I knew he was not part of our shelter system. I was certain of that. I am also certain that he has never used our shelter. So I figured you were out of luck. Then, just this morning, I ran into him. Literally. My car even bumped him a little. Let me explain: he works at the full-service car wash on Braid Street. My windshields were a bit steamy and I touched him slightly with my front fender as I drove into the area where they dry your car down after the automatic washing. They use really soft towels. It’s actually quite a good service. Anyway, I didn’t mean to bump him. It was an accident. All of this doesn’t matter and he took a grand tip from me, the point is — he works there. You can find him now. Just go down to Braid Street and get in that god-awful line of cars needing to be washed. I’m sure this is your man — 100% sure — how many men sport scars like that? I’ve never seen anything like it.
