I hit the jackpot today:
- A man selling fruit from a van whistled at me.
- A group of Mexicans waiting for work watched me walk by and one of them then said “byeeeeee!”
- A short black man with a mustache asked, “how are you doing, beautiful?” (He had a killer voice—would be a great radio personality. I gave him a big smile.)
- A guy behind a fence at an auto-shop said hello (and I then asked him about where to get my car speaker fixed. He said, “just come back here!” Thanks! I think I will!)
- And a mexican teenager (in that Echo-style urban gear the kids wear these days) said hello. He had very distinct beads of sweat on his cheeks.
However, the best stranger-interaction today was near the subway. There was a large man, with his back to me, waiting to cross a busy intersection. It seemed like a meow was emanating from him. As I approached, he shifted and a cat’s paw popped up over his shoulder, as if hugging him.
Alongside the man, I gave him a smile. He smiled and pet his cat. His teeth slightly protruded and had rounded edges, giving him a rather muppet-y look. That cat was pretty cute—orange with green eyes and clean enough fur. Meowing a bit but not struggling to escape. The man seemed both sheepish and proud—clearly happy to have his cat, but maybe surprised at himself for talking to a little white female stranger.
"I found her like way over there!"
"Yeah. I was like ‘Jasmine? Jasmine?’"
"Maybe they have better food over there?"