strangers? why i’m talking to them.
i scanned the ground make sure the sidewalk in front of me was clear because i could hear footsteps behind me and i needed to know if i had clearance to shift my path should it become necessary (there’s always dog poop where you least expect it). up ahead, there was a man heading towards me. as i got closer, he smiled and waved.
i did not know this man, but he looked very happy.
our paths got closer still and as i prepared a hello, the footsteps behind me gained a voice.
oh! the man in front knew the person behind me. not me.
and with his “good morning, beth,” there went my opportunity for a conversation with a stranger and introduced my ability to look ridiculous* early in the morning.
*ridiculous = smiling and waving to a complete stranger.
Abigail Mumford 
Now that is unfortunate :) You could’ve made a very good fake Beth!
it was totally one of those moments where your hand is raised in a wave, but you pretend it wasn’t. i think i decided i HAD to adjust the shoulder strap on my purse. ha.
He probably would have thought you were waving at someone behind him. :)
HA. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. valid point.