Crosswalk 9th and 9th Friday

Salt Lake City UT

Description

It was this past Friday. I was in my Subaru and I waved at you and mouthed “go ahead,” to which you responded by tipping your fedora at me, going down for what I thought was a low bow, but instead you somersaulted three times across the cross walk. There was an unspoken elegance to it all. You popped up like nothing had happened and like it’s what you do every time you cross a crosswalk. I’ve been staked out at 9th and 9th looking for you after work every day since. If you think this is you, please reply with the color the feather in your fedora was. Hope to see you soon, Monsieur Roly Poly.