I tried to meet one of my neighbours

Standing in front of my back door, keys in hand, I see the neighbour from 2 doors down come out to put something in her trash.

Me: Hi.
Her: Hi.
Me: What’s your name?
Her: *Stares with a pasted smile*
Me: *A little louder* Your name?
Her: Oh, I don’t tell people my name who I don’t know. *ducks quickly back into her place*

Two thoughts came to me:

But that’s how you meet people…


She’s gonna regret that when I’m famous…

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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