I remember ages ago, I was walking down the street in Santa Monica. This little girl about six or seven years old is looking at me, holding her mother's hand.
She points at me candidly and loudly says, "Mommy! Look at that strange man!"
Her mother looks terrified and tries to pull the little girls pointing finger away from me, apology and embarrassment written across her face.
I was overwhelmed with glee... I don't think that anybody had ever told me to my face that I was a strange man before...
....refreshing...
She points at me candidly and loudly says, "Mommy! Look at that strange man!"
Her mother looks terrified and tries to pull the little girls pointing finger away from me, apology and embarrassment written across her face.
I was overwhelmed with glee... I don't think that anybody had ever told me to my face that I was a strange man before...
....refreshing...
the_fin:
ah yes, reminds me of the heady days of the punk rock 80s and telling worried mothers "watch out lady, I Bite!" as they shuffled their children away from us at the mall that we only went to to cause a fuss...