And I do mean everybody.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he also knows everybody. Do not walk into Walmart with this man. You’ll be there until your next birthday.
We recently pulled up to a redlight, where my dad proceeded to have a conversation, out of the window, with a man on a motorcycle. I’m not making this up.
It’s always a little disconcerting for me to be with my father (whom I adore) and watch him strike up conversations with complete strangers. Partly because I’m a much more introverted person than he his, and partly because I was absent from the southern hospitality culture for so long. I got used to it being the socially accepted practice to leave the other people in line alone. It took me awhile after moving back home to not be weirded out every time I went to the grocery store.
I think I’m a yankee at heart.
Sometimes I feel guilty about this. I start to develop a complex and think that I should stop being so self-centered and instead should ask everyone in line if they’ve accepted Jesus as their personal Lord and savior.
Somehow I don’t think that approach is balanced, either. It seems to have a certain lack of “walking in the spirit”. Truthfully, if we’re alert and aware – I think we should be able to follow the subtle proddings of God. And sometimes that might mean standing quietly in line (or, as was the case with me this week – watching the Wild Boys climb on top of the three different carts that the poor bagger boy was trying to sort our food into) and sometimes that might mean offering a kind word to a stranger.
Particularly if their baby is crying. Without a “hate to be you” comment.
Do you have conversations with men on motorcycles at redlights? Or are you normal like me?