Day 260: Chaps

He was a biker, for sure. The leather jacket. The do-rag. The chaps. I didn't catch what kind of motorcycle he was riding, but it looked like he was taking a long ride. I asked if I could pray for him. He looked me over kind of strangely, and said that I could. He chuckled a little. He clearly thought it was an odd question. So I prayed for him. He clasped his hands in front of him and bowed his head. Then I shook his hand, and he wished me a good day.