Why Am I Not cool

I walk out of the corner store, a Hot Pocket Burrito in one hand, and air in the other.

"Excuse me, sir--but could you spare some change?"

Knowing that I have $0.51 left in my pocket, I hand the man two quarters and a penny.

I smile at him, "Here you go, buddy--have a good one."

"Thanks, man!" He raises his hand in what I percieve to be an initiation of a low-five on my part, so I open my hand ready to recieve the slap from above from his.

But rather, his fist comes down in my hand! I was completely wrong, he was meaning to bump knuckles with me!

I am able to recover slightly by tapping my fist with his head on, but the damage was done.

"Thanks again, man--I really mean it, thank you," says he.

I smile, but it is only external. Inside, I am wilting for looking so not cool in front of the homeless man, failing to follow through with his cool knuckle bumping routine.