Just stuck this up at the bus stop.
The stop is packed because of the rain. Everyone looks tense. It’s now 15 minutes late. We’re definitely going to be late.
“Dad! Dad! Dad?”
Charlie swings off my arm. I look down with a sigh.
“What’s V..vigra?” he asks.
I look up at the advertisement on the end of the bus stop, and see an ad for Viagra. The old man next to me sees the look of terror on my face and pipes up.
“It’s for when men are feeling down,” he says with a grin.
I can feel all eyes on us now.
“Can you get some dad?” Charlie implores.
“Why?” I ask, wishing the bus would hurry up.
“Because all the men at this bus stop always look down,” he answers.
The stop erupts in laughter, and suddenly I don’t care that we are late.