Player

You probably wouldn't know it by just looking at my photo, but I'm a player.  I know this for a fact, though until recently, I remained aloof to my street cred.

About two weeks ago, I bruised my left heal.  Purple.  As bruises go, a huge success.  Completely clueless as to how it happened.  Let's just say I had a clumsy month. 

As I was walking home from the metro station, I was listening to Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me, the NPR news quiz on my iPod.  That's National Public Radio.  Yeah, I roll like that.  I was not walking well because my left foot hurt, so I was dragging it a bit.  I was basically hobbling home. 

As two stocky young men swaggered past me, I heard one of them say the word "player" and then the other one hit him and said, "He thinks he's a player."  This gave them both a laugh. I suspect they were from Hong Kong given their English.  Fortunately, the joke's on them.  If all it takes to look like a player is a university sweatshirt and a limp, then player I shall be. 

Step aside, I'm walkin'...uh...make that...gimpin' through.