Back to himself

I dropped in on my dad last night. He’s back home, living on his own. And I stopped by to catch ‘Jeopardy!’ with him, and tell him of my latest strange encounter with the people of Toronto – the most recent happened on the subway while coming to see him.

ME: I don’t know what it is about me but homeless people and junkies just like to start talking to me lately.

DAD: What do you mean?

ME: They just start up conversations with me. They’re normal conversations. But they seem to pick me out of crowds and just start talking to me.

DAD: They must think you’re one of them.

ME: Oh.