My favorite time of night. The bars are just shut and all the happy/horny couples head for bed. Groups of failed hook-ups laugh off their failure as they wait for the bus. Then, there he is, the lonely loser walking home alone. No one will ever miss him.
His fancy shoes clip clop unsteadily down the empty sidewalk. My sneakers squish in the last remnants of the earlier rain, but he’s to drunk to hear or care.
Then I curse myself. A nearly silent electric car passes me and slows near my meat. He stumbles in. God, I hate Uber!