It's a funny place. I would say that overall I like it a lot. We went to Discovery Park on Sunday and hiked around. It was lovely- I have pictures that I haven't unloaded from the camera yet (pacing myself) that I might share. But here are some observations:
-people here don't quite know what to do when you look them in the eye and say hello. It kind of stuns them and they get all jittery. Is it the caffiene? Is it shyness? I dunno. I intend to find out. It will be my mission.
-there is a guy downtown near Nordstrom Rack (heaven, if you must know) who talks all day to mailboxes. Interesting. There is lots of gesturing going on. I just want to know what the mailboxes have to say.
-there are lots of crows around here. Lots and lots. Should I expect to see lots of carrion? I have seen some dead squirrels, but not enough to explain all of the crows. Maybe the flock just follows me around. Perhaps I should stop wearing rotting meat. That could also explain the unemployment....
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Yeah, they do get jittery when you say hello to them. But I think that's more of a big-city thing. It doesn't happen as much in Bellevue, and even less in a place like Bothell. The smaller you get, the more "friendly" folks are. Seattle's actually a nice city that way- if you look at people out in the easter part of this country, you'll either get sworn at, a dirty look, or punched. ^_^ It's like the bigger the city, the more people are focused on themselves, and thus the more offended they get when you intrude upon their "business."
Parts of the South and Southwest are exempt from this rule, because sunshine makes people happy, and because in some places (like New Mexico) they're too drunk to care or remember.
Ahh- but if you smile at the wrong person in parts of Phoenix, they'll follow you home shouting offers to service you all of the way. It's a crapshoot. I'll gamble and continue to smile and hope they don't think it's an offer for sex. And carry a tire iron just in case.
Yes, you are so right. There are parts of many cities where I would not smile or speak or look at people, just to make sure something untoward didn't happen. *grin*
Or maybe your smile's just too sexy. You need to work on being more threatening. ;)
Tire irons don't hurt. I offer my services, or that of my hubby's, or both, any time you need. Heh heh heh...
Hmm...
I'm curious about the guy who talks to mailboxes in Nordstrom Rack. When does he do this? Everyday from 8 to 10 AM there's a guy in a purple track suit who sits next to Andersen's Bakery on Hondori (the covered shopping arcade in Hiroshima, Japan) talking into a small notebook -- always wondered to whom.
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