His hair had a splash of neon green in it. His wore a snug-fitting t-shirt and skinny jeans. Oversized sunglasses. A loyal, uniformed solider in the Hipster Army.
|Not the sunny-dispositioned hipster in question. But check out that satchel.|
I'm getting more at peace with the world these days and less bristly when sharing space with folks whose cultural choices I don't share. Still, my inward reaction was at least a mild form of LATFH.
But then came a surprise.
"How are you?" he asked in the most pleasant of tones. I think my response reflected genuine pleasure at this departure from the expected.
"Isn't it a beautiful day?" he asked. It was, I agreed.
"Enjoy it!" he said as the light changed and he pedaled off.
It was just a young guy on a bike who made a choice to be pleasant, but it made a difference in my afternoon. If he does this three or four times a day -- and his easy tone suggests he does -- this one kid is making the world a significantly brighter place.