The Sock Eater

In a Cape Town parking lot I struggle to worm my car in between two others parked quite rudely across their lines. A man with a Bible under the arm gives directions.

When I step out of the car, heannounces that he will safeguard it. “Me and my watchdog,” he says, one hand solemnly on the Bible and the other pointing to a dog.

The dog looks on soberly. His name is Pacman

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