I don’t go out much because everybody pisses me off. Tried to be nice to people once but it didn’t feel right. I didn’t enjoy it.
He was mumbling to himself, inaudibly he hoped.
The folks in Arizona are much friendlier than the average Floridian. Hell, the phrase “the average Floridian” gave the old man chills.
He talked to strangers; the little kids are the best. Forgetting he looked like a crazy old prospector had burglarized Kid Rock’s walk-in closet.
Will Rogers said, ” Strangers are just friends I haven’t met yet.”
You can get some steely glares in The Sunshine State. Think two million concealed weapon permits and a Stand Your Ground law.
You can start a fight and, soon as you are getting your ass whipped, you can shoot the guy. Cause you feared for your life.
What’s the point?
The old man didn’t go out much normally. At all. Safer for everybody.
On the road he talked to strangers unafraid. He looked like he had chewed through his restraining straps and hadn’t eaten for days.
But he didn’t know that.