Ya Never Know Who You're Gonna Run Into



Usually, the Moral of a Story is posted at the end -- at least that's how Aesop used to do it. But for this one I'm putting it right at the top.

"Don't Be Afraid To Interact With The Civilians"

I suppose you want the story, too? OK, here it is. It all started with Blog Entry #170 . . . . https://juliemshaw.blogspot.com/2026/09/blog-post-170-and-special-event.html 

(you don't HAVE to read that one first, but it might help)

So one detail I omitted from #170 was the name of the woman I met at the bus stop. She introduced herself as CJ, and I remember thinking "Like CJ Cregg on THE WEST WING", except this CJ was 5 foot 1 and Asian. As I mentioned in THAT entry, I was very hesitant to engage in conversation, but it all turned out fine.

My Outfit from Blog #170

Well, yesterday I went out for a walk - a LONG walk. There's a trail near my house that leads over the river and (ultimately) toward downtown. I've always wanted to explore it, so I put on my exploring outfit and went for it.

My Exploring Togs

I got to the end of the trail and was headed downtown to run an errand or two, when I passed by a woman at a parking meter. That is, I ALMOST passed her by, but she stopped me to ask if I knew anything about these "high tech" meters. All it said was $2 for 1 Hour, but she wasn't planning to be there that long and could she only put in some change for a shorter time. Well, we engaged, we contemplated, she Googled the style of meter, and after about 10 minutes we were chatting like old friends. She only had some change on her, but my wallet was about to burst from all the coins, so I chipped in about 50 cents to augment her time. She had introduced herself as JC --- and I thought "Same initials, different order". We parted smiling.

(ooops, too many words, time for a photo)

I had just come from the P. O., and that's where JC was headed


I floated down the street to my bus. Why? Because after barely 30 seconds of chatting with JC, I wasn't in a panic over an impending, potential incident. I wasn't wondering if she'd call me out as a guy in a dress --- well, leggings. I was enjoying conversation with a fellow human person to whom I was able to lend a helping hand. And nothing feels better than that.

So, whether you're out for the 1st time, or the 101st, take the time to relax and just "Be" yourself. You'll be surprised what may happen.

Stay Safe And Pretty, Sweeties.

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