The passing of strangers

So I went food shopping with my dad today and it occurred to me as we were going up and down the isles that you begin passing the same people on your travel. But who are these people, what are they buying, who are they buying it for?

It got me wondering about all the people we pass by every day without thinking about it. We could be passing by heroes and villains and just regular folk every day. I always wonder how people will react if you suddenly start talking to them. How they would react if you just suddenly stopped them and said, "Hi there, I'm not sure if you remember me but we passed each other by the pickled onions." Obviously they'd probably think you were some sort of loon, but what if on the off chance you met your perfect friend doing the same.

Maybe it's the writer inside me but I've begun to think about things like this. It could just be that I'm insanely bored as well. There are some people you pass by who seem lovely, you get a little nod and maybe a smile, but then there are the small minority who give you a dirty look and sometimes even mutter things under their breath.


The nodders and smilers are lovely and it makes you feel good and happy that you got out of their way, but the mutterers and dirty lookers make me want to purposely shove their trolly into the shelves. Has politeness really gone so far out of society that people now think that it's OK to be a dick to people who are just trying to be nice.

Anyway, I don't think I would ever turn into a tutter and mutterer because there's just no point to it. It just makes you a bitter old grouch, I'd rather be a happy loon than that. So the next time someone moves out of your way, remember to smile and nod :)