Cake Judge

On my next trip to my car two hours later, there was a guy selling Real Change in front of the liquor store.

"Hey big man," he says to me as I walk by him.

"How's it going?" I ask, in an unusual response to people on the street who want to sell me something.

"I'll tell you, big man," he says, then pauses.

I stop and turn around. "Yes?" I say. Again, another odd move for me.

"I'll tell you, I... I could be a cake judge!"

I was a bit taken aback by this, then a young woman walked out of the store and his attention snapped to her.

"Hey, my pretty lady has returned!" he said to her.

I continued on my way.