Sometimes it hits me hard that you might, with no malice or intention, do something to someone like this guy. Like maybe look surprised at him or kind of frown and then, bang, he gets you.
Often as I walk down the street I have that thought. You just never know when you rub up against the wrong person in the wrong place. It is a scary, sobering thought. I suspect that is why nobody on public conveyances looks at you in the eye. Except in Louisiana where we all compare family trees to see if we are cousins.
Many years ago, Jesse Jackson, tyalking about crime, said that if he was walking down a street in Harlem, and he saw three young blacks wlaking after him..he'd run..
It's funny you wrote that, I had been thinking exactly that. My biggest fear has always been that would happen to one of my boys, granted they are only 7 and 4. My fear is that they wouldn't be.... street smart isn't really the right word but in a way, street smart as to certain things in life.
In the small towns around here we all are....or you are at least related to a cousin. No "if" about it!