Well, Now It Is
April 17, 2008
I try to say “Hey” to people I jog past in my neighborhood so they don’t think I’m psycho. It just seems kind of weird to run past someone without saying anything. I feel guilty. If I run past an old lady walking it feels like I’m making fun of her age. In my mind I hear the sound of a hot-rod as I pass her, “BRRREEEEOOOOOWWW!!!” So I try to lessen the blow of me creaming her on the road by saying, “Good morning as I pass.”
If a pretty woman runs by me it gets awkward. Suddenly I feel like I can’t look at her, but I always suspect people who won’t make eye-contact with me when walking down the sidewalk. So I look at the woman, I don’t want to be a creep and say nothing but being too warm could also be creepy, if you know what I mean. So usually I try to give a non-threatening, “Hey.”
In short, “Hey” has become my answer to everyone but the old ladies who get a generous “Good morning”.
But I was blown away by a man who jogged by me last week. I was at the end of my run so I looked like a corpse finishing a marathon. I looked up at him and said, “Hey.” and he responded with the most amazing greeting that really knocked me out, “Oh, isn’t it just a really swell day?”
I officially love that guy. He made my day, my week, my year. I can’t stop thinking about how much better he’s making my neighborhood by greeting people like that. He made me feel like a cheap-skate for only saying, “Hey”. I woke up in the middle of the night and pictured that guy running by me. Who was that guy?! “Oh, Isn’t it just a really swell day?” Hmmm.