I was walking back from the library, listening to songs, I looked up and there was an elderly man coming the other direction. I was in a fantastic mood, ready to greet him with a grin.
When he saw me, he was about twenty feet away and crossed Scripps Lake Drive to avoid me.
Shortly thereafter, I passed a family who briefly made eye contact, broke it and didn't return my greeting.
I'm sick of this. One moment of baseless fear renders a vegetarian with a backpack full of poetry into a bearded menace.
As nice as Scripps Ranch can often be, I'm getting claustrophobic.