A few years ago, I returned home from the gym around 1 pm. It was Saturday, I remember. And after the good training session I had, I was tired and hungry—I want to point out that being hungry is one of the things that make me ill-tempered. The fridge was empty, and the idea of going to buy groceries and cook something myself was discarded even before opening the fridge. So my options reduced to buy a pizza.
I went out and walked to the pizza restaurant two blocks away because I could not wait the thirty minutes of the delivery.
When I was half the way a guy sweeping the street called me: “Have you heard of Muhammad?”