I'm terrible with faces. I wouldn't know this guy, even now, if I saw him. I read an account of someone talking to him at Glenda's and all I can think of is every time I've gone to Glenda's for gasoline, crickets to feed my pet lizards, a soda - and the older men in and around the store that I smile at and scratch their dog's ears.
Makes me uncomfortable.
My Mother is more neurotic about this kind of thing than I am, and the other day the UPS driver came to her back door inside the garage instead of the front door (my car was in the way) but she never had one do that before. She didn't hear him drive up, just had a knock on the inside garage door - she said "Who is it?" He said "UPS, I have a delivery" and the ENTIRE TIME she was opening the door, she was thinking how dangerous it was to open the door.
However, she did.
She's been kicking herself because for years she criticized trusting women who'd open their door to strangers, or help strangers on the street. Now she realizes that it's just human nature to trust and to help.
I don't want to live in a world where I can't be nice to an older man, or open my door to the UPS guy without worrying about it.
Where's my security blanket? I want to put my head under it.