poor annoyed

Sitting on the porch-swing today, I saw an older very bearded white-haired man crossing the street toward our house. Huh, I thought, he looks like Hayden Carruth. Then, Hey, maybe that is Hayden Carruth! Then, Maybe Hayden Carruth has come to give me a life-changing grant check, and I will not have to teach fresh melon come pass out the elation a grin in the full! Then, he passed our house, and he was not Hayden Carruth.