Talk to Strangers
I leaned forward. She looked up at me.
"Let's build a campfire right here between these benches," I said to her. She shivered and giggled. "We'll get some marshmallows and sticks and camp out. Are you in?"
She nodded and giggled again. "Once, when the power was out, I roasted a marshmallow with a candle! It took like an hour."
She was another single serving friend from the airport, a cute and bubbly freckled blonde sophomore engineer at Lehigh who was trying to get to Allentown, departing gate F17. She wore purple but liked pink. I was on my way back from recruiting at CWRU in Cleveland, departing to Richmond from gate F16. We were both trapped in Philadelphia for an hour and a half with nothing to do but pretend to ignore each other when we weren't subtly flirting, not for keeps but just for the hell of it. It sure beats not quite making eye contact with anyone while hoping to get out of the stupid airport.
I'm not even going to pretend that this post was about how I talked to a random person, humanity was connected together, how happy we'd be if we understood strangers, and so forth. I mean, it originally was about that. How we should reach out as a country to our brother man and lift him up.
Seriously. Lets be honest with ourselves. If you have a floral skirt on and smile a lot, you're a lot more interesting to me than my brother man.
At the same time, I had a few conversations with strangers during this trip to Cleveland, and I kind of liked it. There are just enough case kids with some personality that I was impressed.
So, can we agree that conversations with strangers are great, floral skirt or no floral skirt? Good. Great. I'm glad that's settled.
I'm going to finish my complimentary light beverage service Sprite and finish this blog post, to be uploaded when I get home. I think we're starting to descend into Richmond.
"Let's build a campfire right here between these benches," I said to her. She shivered and giggled. "We'll get some marshmallows and sticks and camp out. Are you in?"
She nodded and giggled again. "Once, when the power was out, I roasted a marshmallow with a candle! It took like an hour."
She was another single serving friend from the airport, a cute and bubbly freckled blonde sophomore engineer at Lehigh who was trying to get to Allentown, departing gate F17. She wore purple but liked pink. I was on my way back from recruiting at CWRU in Cleveland, departing to Richmond from gate F16. We were both trapped in Philadelphia for an hour and a half with nothing to do but pretend to ignore each other when we weren't subtly flirting, not for keeps but just for the hell of it. It sure beats not quite making eye contact with anyone while hoping to get out of the stupid airport.
I'm not even going to pretend that this post was about how I talked to a random person, humanity was connected together, how happy we'd be if we understood strangers, and so forth. I mean, it originally was about that. How we should reach out as a country to our brother man and lift him up.
Seriously. Lets be honest with ourselves. If you have a floral skirt on and smile a lot, you're a lot more interesting to me than my brother man.
At the same time, I had a few conversations with strangers during this trip to Cleveland, and I kind of liked it. There are just enough case kids with some personality that I was impressed.
So, can we agree that conversations with strangers are great, floral skirt or no floral skirt? Good. Great. I'm glad that's settled.
I'm going to finish my complimentary light beverage service Sprite and finish this blog post, to be uploaded when I get home. I think we're starting to descend into Richmond.
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