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Strangers Meeting And Greeting Strangers And At What Point Are They No Longer A Stranger...

monday:

a stranger recently suggested that i try saying good morning to everyone i see on my way to the subway, that it brings her fabulous results, even if sometimes people seem to think she may be crazy. i have a similar practice, though on my way to the subway, instead of saying “good morning”, i say “strawberries====” to see what kind of reaction i will get out of the various people.

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i will share with you this morning’s responses: a thug replied, “jesus loves you”. two young twins replied in tandum, “watch out for that tree====” though it was too late…

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as my head knocked the tree, i yelled “strawberries====” and a bird who witnessed the event sang a joyouspeaceful song about old friends.

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the lady in the token booth also replied, “strawberries====”.

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and as i exited the subway system, i passed a fruit seller in china town and said, “hello”, and he asked me, “strawberries?” and i said “thank you, no”, and purchased, instead, a banana, an apple, and a kiwi. i remember their bright smiles…

tuesday:

i tried saying "good morning", for a change, this morning on the way to the subway instead of my usual “strawberries====”. a man with white hair, missing teeth, and blue eyes that went on forever replied, "vincent... how you've grown, so good to see you after so many years" i did not tell him that my name was not vincent. his dog sniffed my shoe and a bee landed on the dog's paw but did not sting. i will never forget their eyes.

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i was grateful that the bee did not sting the dog, but i have to admit to having had a bizzy day. bzzzzz.

-RozNerd


Thank you for sharing. When I was in tenth grade I remember telling someone (I don't even remember who) in some normal conversation that I wished I were popular. By my senior year, the class for some reason I can't fathom elected me "most popular". It is probably illustrative of some means by which the collective intelligence perpogates spurious mensajes and other dubious statements, occasionally in ways that find their way into archival volumes such as school yearbooks. It is also spookily reminiscent of the old Biblical saw about AskAndThouShaltReceive.

-LorraineLee