Love and tramps

This one time I was walking to work like I did every day. It was a normal spring morning so I was sweating, like I did every day.
Coming toward me was a girl I often passed. She worked at the sandwich shop and was very pretty. She spotted me and obviously recognised me from previous mornings and was doing that thing where you try and work out if you should make eye contact or not.
Sadly, my sweaty face had already turned bright red as soon as I’d seen her, and with my head down and eyes firmly on the pavement I marched past.
I heard her giggling behind me.
Some time later, a tramp on the other side of the road stopped in his tracks to point at me and laugh.
Coincidence?
You decide.

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