I’m friendly. I don’t necessarily recommend it, but it has its benefits. Like the convos I have in passing with strangers.

In a Vermont Welcome Center restroom, I thanked God aloud that there were paper towels in addition to the useless hand-drying machine. A woman and I agreed that the newer machines sound like F-16s and still don’t do any good. She noted how these things used to have instructions on them. You know, “Place hands under Sani-Master® and rub together.”

She said once she saw someone had scrawled below that,  “Then wipe your hands dry on your pants.”