The thing that bothered me the most

I wish I knew where this was going. I don't but who does? Forcing myself to write because it's what I want to do. Putting words on paper. Saturday afternoons were busy usually. Still working like any other day during the week. Who wants to think about jobs and working though. At least not on a Saturday. The weather was typical. He laughed to himself. His smile was warm and inviting. His teeth were an envious pearl. He reached for his skully hat. The chilly winter air of NYC was a bit much for his bald head. Jay was meeting him for lunch around the corner.