RadishRose
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Yes, I often do. Many nice conversations!
I was in the garden yesterday and this elderly lady - over 80?, stopped and said hello and we talked for a while, then she asked me what my flat number was. I told her and she said she will call in one day and have a chat.
Okay said I, she was repeating herself and seemed a little forgetful.
If she does turn up, I will invite her in for a chat.
Best get some tea.
this is not far from the truth
I met a breathtaking woman finishing her tail run when I was walking my 4 month old puppy, Jackson. She was enchanted with him and got down on her knees cradling his fuzzy head in her hands, while softly speaking sweet nothings to him. She was friendly to me, but it was clear who the object of her affections were. That's the whole story. But the upside is that I think Jackson liked me better. Although I can't be sure.Often. I walk my dog two times a day at minimum (he likes three walks) and I meet people all the time. They might be other people with dogs, passers by, or whatever. My dog is a chick magnet. He's cute. Sadly, I am not.![]()
One day, as I was nearing the grocery store exit with my loaded grocery cart, a tall thin young man dressed in what looked like a mechanics overhauls came in, stopped near me and starred towards the aisles. He looked as though he was not sure of what to do next. I suddenly got the strangest feeling 'this guy' is way short on funds.Nor would I. Yet I did something that I usually avoid, back on New Year's Eve. We had not long entered The Pavilion where the Gala that we were going to was being held, my wife had forgotten her support cushion, it's a small squab shape thing that gives her comfort on dining chairs. Going back to the car to retrieve it, a young, dishevelled looking man, asked if I had any spare change.
Standing there in my finery with a bow tie and all, did I look like a soft touch? There was definitely something about this fellow, his eyes had the brightness of someone intelligent. As for loose change, the parking meter had devoured all that. The fellow got a five pound note and I got the warmest, most wonderful smile along with a thank you, said in gratitude rather than, over the top sentimentality. Happy New Year, and to you.
........There was definitely something about this fellow, his eyes had the brightness of someone intelligent.
OMG I'd never get in one of those! With my fear of heights I'd prefer death.Not in London... believe me. I've ridden the Cable cars above London a few times... altho' tourists use them, they're most often used by commuters... no-one talks. people will wait for the next car rather than get in with strangers...
Photos I took myself..
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It does make you wonder, and I know that sense of wishing that it had been more. Strange though, at that age our economy was well down, unemployment was high, yet I managed to keep in work even though the jobs were tedious.One day, as I was nearing the grocery store exit with my loaded grocery cart, a tall thin young man dressed in what looked like a mechanics overhauls came in, stopped near me and starred towards the aisles. He looked as though he was not sure of what to do next. I suddenly got the strangest feeling 'this guy' is way short on funds.
I didn't greet him, just asked him if he needed some money. His gaze dropped down to me and he said yes, so I gave him a five dollar bill, (I don't remember if he thanked me--it didn't matter to me) and he immediately went over to the grocery aisles. And I left the store--later wishing I'd given him more. (The store didn't sell alcohol). To this day, I wish I knew what had been his situation.
In my college days I came into contact with the college drug scene. Some had gone from waccy baccy right through the narcotic spectrum to heroin, one of them was dead at twenty. The worse that I did was no more than smoking cigarettes and had even quit that in my early twenties. As for methalated spirits, it wasn't "discovered" in my student days.Glad it worked out well for you. People high on meth have that same brightness, but it sure isn't intellect @horseless carriage. Have seen it in the ER many times.
I talk to strangers almost everyday in the summer.
They're all pleasant...everyone is delighted to be on vacation at the beach.
Just ask AI: "Where Nice Matters" is a phrase associated with Emerald Isle, North Carolina, a quiet seaside town on the Crystal Coast
Emerald Isle is located in the Southern Outer Banks of North Carolina, known for its clear blue waters, pristine beaches, and lush greenery. The area is also known as the Crystal Coast. Emerald Isle is a family-friendly destination with many activities."
hahaha...lol... that made meOMG I'd never get in one of those! With my fear of heights I'd prefer death.
We're doing it right now.