It has been the afternoon of odd encounters.
Walking to lunch the police chief drove by and honked and waved. I know the police chief. That still sounds strange to me.
Then, while I was standing in line to order lunch, a lady I’d never seen before ran her fingers through my hair and said she liked my haircut. For a split second I thought about getting mad; I’m not all that wild about being touched by strangers. But it just didn’t seem worth the effort.
As I was walking back from lunch, an older guy with a bicycle and without teeth was complimenting every woman that walked by. I apparently have a cute smile.
None of these things would happen if I ate lunch at my desk. It was an interesting lunch hour.