I cringed, but I could see he wasn’t trying to taunt me. He pulled back as a frightened tortoise would. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you…”
“It’s all right. Naw, I’m just a handy-man of sorts, I guess.” Our conversation had taken us right to the door of the church. “Well, here’s my stop. I’ll see ya around?”
They nodded. “See you later Altar Boy!” Roger called, grinning. I shook my head, laughing to myself. I guess I had a new nickname.
At least it wasn’t String-Bean.