I need some oxygen

We’re walking to grab some lunch.

My young partner, a few steps behind me, is approached by a young man in his 20s.

“Can I get some oxygen, man? I got asthma. My inhaler doesn’t work no more. You guys have oxygen, right?”

“Uh…”

Only because I’ve seen this many times before, and certainly not because I’m any smarter than anyone, I already see where this is going. I let it play for a few more moments.

“I just need some oxygen. C’mon, can I just get some of yours?”

He doesn’t fucking need any oxygen. Anyone can see that.

I walk back. I’d like to get some food before we get interrupted again.

“If you want us to give you oxygen, then you’re going to hospital.”

“Oh, fuck that! I ain’t going with you guys to no hospital! I’ll be alright. I’m good.”

“Then keep walking.”

I would argue that he has too much oxygen.

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