Friday, February 17, 2017

Sidewalk politics

The other night I was walking on Warren Street, trying to decide where to eat. A woman came out of a building as I passed.

"Hi," she said. I turned around, already ten feet past her.

"It's Jane," she said, except she used her real name. I had seen her around town many times but we had never spoken. My first memory of her is from a community meeting, in which I made a suggestion that she didn't like. She rolled her eyes and screwed up her face as if I had farted. But maybe now she was being nice. I walked toward her and extended my hand.

"We actually haven't met," I said, "I'm Matt."

"Oh. You're not who I thought you were," she said. "Never mind."

She turned and walked away.

1 comment:

  1. It's odd how we can live so close to people yet act like strangers to one another. This is how it is in most American towns that I've been a part of. I long for a time that we give hugs to each other on the street as if we truly do care for each other.
    -Chris (Montgomery, NY)

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