Warning Signs

I’ve been in Seattle for the past week, and except for getting stuck in the airport yesterday for 8 hours, have had an awesome time.

Im a little afraid I stressed out my friend Rinny, somewhat, as she seems a little flabbergasted by me.

I told her I would get a tshirt that warned, “Talks to Strangers,” if she thought it would help.

But talking to strangers is fun, so long as nobody is crazy.

This week, talking to strangers meant that I talked to a guy in a tree, discussed the joys and pains of house sitting with a woman on the bus, had a road worker offer me the chance to pour concrete, and got to drive a gangster car.

It was really that last one that made Rinny hiss, “YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.”

But, she doesn’t lock the door to her house. Ever. At all. So, I maintain I am infinitely safer. I can always walk away from the stranger I am talking to.