Walking through residential OOT with an OOT friend. We approach a corner and wait for a car to make the turn before crossing. The car contains two guys; the one in the passenger seat hangs out the window, smiles, and says, “Good morning, howarya?”
“Good morning, howareyou?” replies my friend.
“Really?” I ask, incredulous.
“Whattaya mean what? He was flirting with you.”
“No he wasn’t, he was just being friendly and saying good morning.”
“Where I come from, getting all friendly like that is hitting on a girl.”
“Where you come from, the only guys who ever say good morning are the sleazy ones loitering on street corners who croon, ‘Good morning honey’ at you. ”
“This isn’t where you’re from. People are just nice here.”
I was skeptical.
Naturally, she brought it up as a humorous point with some neighbors in shul when we arrived. They laughed. At me. “Of course he was just being friendly. People say ‘good morning’ around here. It’s normal.”
I’m still not convinced. I mean, lots of people drive past without hanging out the window and saying good morning. Am I paranoid?