I was leaving the laundromat as another vandwelling boomer guy entered. “Hey,” he said, “I like your videos.”
I hadn’t been expecting him (or anyone else) to talk to me, so I intelligently, suavely replied, “Huh?”
“We’ve never met, but I watch your short YouTube videos. I enjoy them.”
Now that I knew he was talking to me, and that he wasn't someone I was supposed to recognize, I dialed up my social graces to eleven and answered, “Uh, oh... thanks.”
It wasn’t until I was down the street that I started wondering how he knew who I was. Or had he thought I was someone else? Oh well, a little break in the routine.