When I opened the door, he was moving in a straight line directly for the drinking fountain, with an intent expression on his face. He heard the door, though, and suddenly changed direction while looking quickly over his shoulder at me.
"Good morning!" he said, and shuffled away. It wasn't late in the day, but still, we were clearly on the p.m. side of noon.
I can't help but wonder, what might he have done to that fountain if I hadn't happened along?
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