A Small Talk

I was leaning against a post with a bus stop sign on Yonge.

It was super early in the morning, waiting for a bus to go home in uptown.

Buses in Toronto usually have blue light on the top.
I tried to look afar if a bus is coming down on the street.
My astigmatism eyes weren't fixed with my glasses and everything looked blurred at night.

When I noticed, a dark-skinned, tall guy was standing beside me.
He asked me how long I have been waiting for a bus.

I said, "I just missed one."
He asked me if I am Japanese, Chinese, or Korean.

I said, "I am Japanese."
He kept telling me that his knees were too sore to walk to Bloor.

I said, "why don't you go to see a doctor?"
He complained that any painkillers and antibiotics that were prescribed to him didn't work.

I didn't say anything.
He asked me if any Japanese or Chinese medicines would work for his knees.

I had no idea.
He didn't stop talking to me until a bus came finally after 15 minutes or so.

A small talk night on the street.