As I waited on the corner of 125th & Lenox for the light to change a homeless man waved his hands in my face, spit near my feet and then blew his cigarette smoke in my face.

I gave him my most disinterested look and stared him down.

Upset that I did not show fear he walked off mumbling to himself.

Twenty minutes later a charming woman asked to share my table at the restaurant where I was eating my dinner.

The restaurant’s air conditioner wasn’t working, and they had opened up the floor to ceiling show windows. The area I was sitting in had a great breeze thing going on.

So this woman and I chatted about this and that, and everyone who passed by the place smiled at us and some made comments.

“Enjoy your meal.”

“Yummy huh?”

“How’s the food?”

“Great I eat here all the time.”

“Evening ladies”

Right now I’m in Starbucks, tapping out this post on my Sidekick.

The place is buzzing with conversation, jazzy music pours from the speakers, and I am waiting to see what happens next.