When I decide I want nothing to do with people I've never even met, I’d like to think I’m being selective, rather than snobbish. The simple fact is that there are some folks with whom I have no intention of striking up a conversation. Ever.
I was walking our dog Aquinnah by one of the more ramshackle abodes in our humble hamlet the other day when I spotted a disheveled woman with unkempt hair standing outside. As we passed, she opened the door to talk to someone in the house who was not visible from my vantage point.
“Put that money back on the table,” the woman shouted at the person within. “I ain’t buying you no fuckin' beer.”
With that, she slammed the door, grabbed a stolen shopping cart that was conveniently parked in her driveway, and headed toward the supermarket, two blocks away.
If I came upon that house ablaze and I feared that this woman was trapped inside, I’d certainly try to rescue her. But once I got her out, I really don't think we'd have much of anything to say to each other. Unless, of course, she offered me a fuckin' beer.
I was walking our dog Aquinnah by one of the more ramshackle abodes in our humble hamlet the other day when I spotted a disheveled woman with unkempt hair standing outside. As we passed, she opened the door to talk to someone in the house who was not visible from my vantage point.
“Put that money back on the table,” the woman shouted at the person within. “I ain’t buying you no fuckin' beer.”
With that, she slammed the door, grabbed a stolen shopping cart that was conveniently parked in her driveway, and headed toward the supermarket, two blocks away.
If I came upon that house ablaze and I feared that this woman was trapped inside, I’d certainly try to rescue her. But once I got her out, I really don't think we'd have much of anything to say to each other. Unless, of course, she offered me a fuckin' beer.
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