The Adjusted Normal, 21. Change the Chip
Yesterday something happened I'm not exactly proud of. I was walking to my car from a supermarket when I saw a man sitting on a bench. He must have been anywhere from 45 to 55 years old, tall, angular, wearing sunglasses and a long-sleeve white cotton shirt with pale blue elbow patches. He had a shopping bag from Mercadona supermarket sitting beside him. He took his phone and trained it on a girl sitting on another bench on the other side of the street. He took her picture and quickly lowered his phone, checking to see if she had seen him. She was talking on her own phone and was just hanging up. I slowed down and stared at him, but he didn't see me. Should I say something or should I keep quiet? I walked a few more steps, stopped, and looked back, staring at him. He was looking at his phone and sneaking peeks across the street. He continued oblivious to my observation of him. I took my bag to the car. I left it in the trunk and took out another shopping bag to head fo...