@johhny: Yeah, that's a good point, though he could have just said so. And I'm not that young - I turn 50 next Sunday.
Thanks, sparks. Yes, the dude lacked common courtesy and my niceness went unrequited. He wasn't that much older than me, either; probably in his sixties and, as I said, I turn fifty! next Sunday.For crying out loud, common courtesy.
Warren, this is Texas! Except I imagine Sherlock's gets 51% of it's business from alcohol, so the honest weren't, and I didn't see any obvious gangbangers in there It does help some of us can have a bit of fun with my story though, at least we can get that much out of an unpleasant encounter.In the "good old days" everyone was packing. Politeness was the order of the day.
Lucky, I totally respect his right to be a dick, it just really surprised me coming from a piper. That makes 99% great people I've met and one dick. Serves him right not to get any free Stokkebye flakes, and have to smoke whatever he grew in his backyard. Had some really nice looking briars too, though I didn't get to find out what they were.This is America. Land of the Free (to be a dick if you want).
I can relate to that. Maybe the guy was a Yankee and not a Texan at all. I say that because the Yankee that I married used to get similarly suspicious and taken aback when some random guy -- like Bradley for instance -- would (Oh My Gosh!) say hello to her out of the blue or, even worse, try to make friendly conversation. It's something that our kids (Yankees the lot of them) notice when we go back home for holidays.As a Southerner and a Cajun I used to assume everyone was gonna like a friendly chat , no more in this world, I don't approach people anymore. That's the world we live in now, Sim I feel for you as your intentions were pure at heart, unfortunately it wasn't to be, as Johnnyreb said chalk it up and in my book you're AOK.