The kid made eye contact with me from about a block away.
He was part of a double line of pre-school kids walking down the street, and was standing next to the teacher bringing up the rear, holding her hand. As we walked towards each other, the little dude held my eye.
I was about 19 at the time, had a full beard and long hair, and I was wearing a green, Indiana Jones-type hat and a big ugly green coat. He kept looking at me, and I kept looking at him.
As we drew abreast of one another, he turned his head slightly to address the teacher, but still kept a watchful eye on me.
"Does that man have a gun?", he asked in a piping voice.
I almost fell over laughing, and didn't stop for the rest of the day.
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