The man with a blue hat.

The other day, as I am walking down the street, the man with a blue hat yells out at me from his second story window, "Get out of there young in', I wouldn't want to see you with your face smashed across the pavement."

I said back, with complete respect for the man's wishes, "I am free to be where ever I would like to be, sir."

That man replied to me with a low snarl, obviously, now not caring weather my face became a pancake on the road. Even with the respected sir, I got zero back myself.

As I kept walking, I realized I should not be so dismissive of people's simple requests.

As I too, one day, may be a man with A different colored hat. Telling a young man to do what he already knows not.