A typical Pearl District interaction.
- me sitting on sidewalk eating burrito
- me walking with friends/coworkers to bar or from burrito run
- me wandering aimlessly avoiding work, often with coworker
r, driven by one person, or a delivery truck driven by two. They slow down, seeing harmless streetpeople (walkers), smile broad, and chime, “Excuse me, could you tell me how to find…
- …this place twelve feet from here.”
- …the pub.”
- …the other side of town”
ly give directions. This really happens a lot. However, yesterday, I’m caught in scenario 2 (just me), reading a
Our Media Not Theirs with a burrito-filled tummy, and stopping to let a volvo-lady pass (I had the stop sign), she slowed, and smiled. I started constructing my mental map of Portland when she said, “Now what is it you’re reading that is so interesting?”
Well, shiver me timbers, what a nice surprise. The map of Portland had purged my brain of any other knowledge so I gazed at the front cover and stammered the name, pointing to it. Anyway, great book, hopefully she picked it up.