Sad Man

This is a true story. It is also a sad story. It is about a sad man.

There is a pedestrian precinct in the village where I live. It has a market day on Wednesdays. One Wednesday, I was walking there and looking at the stalls.

There was a young man there. He was a nice young man, quite presentable: smartly dressed and so on.

The young man was approaching people to talk to them. They did not want to talk to him.

They walked away. If they were already walking, they speeded up. Or they waved him away. Or they looked fixedly ahead, to avoid eye-contact, and to make clear that he was not welcome to chat to them.

Why did nobody want to talk to this nice young man?

It was what he was wearing…