I was walking down the street, and I decided that I would say "Good Morning" to everyone who walked past me. Our town consists pretty much of little old ladies and adorably short Mexican dudes. So I said Good Morning to a few people. Then this black guy is walking up the street, pulling his bike along. I think he was homeless, in fact, I'm almost certain. I said Good Morning. Then he said, "Hey! Howya doing? You look good! Can you give me your phone number so I could call you or something?"

I just grinned and didn't stop walking. I wish I had stayed for a conversation, it was broad daylight, surely I was safe. he was a cutie, too. But I don't know what he would do with my phone number.