Peeping Tom 4-1-2-3 [4]

1-2-3-4 → 2-1-3-4 → 3-1-2-4 → 4-1-2-3

Window 4

The blind man has his cane in the air and he thwacks it against the fridge as the student looks on in . . . amusement? That banana smile again. I suppose there is something absurd about the old grizzler standing there in his vest with his slacks pulled up to his ribs shouting and swearing like a madman. He’s sure giving that poor fridge a walloping. No doubt the student, making some extra money babysitting the old man, has to put up with this daily. He seems to have learned to deal with it: he’s got his phone out now and is texting while the man waves his stick around. Good for him!

Now the fat man is here! Stereo persecution. The two men talk and the blind man pokes the student, smacks his phone out his hand and gets aggressive . . . the student fumbles in his pocket for . . . his wallet and takes out a note. Is the blind man robbing him? He’s ruthless! The fat man does nothing of course. What if the poor student is trapped in this horrible job, funding his way through college by putting up with this sort of abuse? There really are no easy rides these days, it’s harder than it was in my day, now everyone wants to make money, get wise, get themselves good jobs. Hopeless. The fat man slips the student a note from his wallet when the blind man leaves. Idiot.