It was a nice, summer day. After lunch, my father and I went to matinee show at the theatre which was within walking distance from the apartment I shared with my mother and sisters.
Later as we were walking back to the apartment, a cute guy was approaching from the opposite direction.
He looked at me, smiled and said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied, smiling.
After we passed each other, my father asked, “Do you know him?”
He laughed, looking surprised and amused. I guess in his day, a guy didn’t say hi to a girl unless he knew her.
Although I changed a few details, this actually happened years ago when my Dad was visiting me in Queens, New York. We were returning from somewhere and a guy I had never seen before said hi to me. It wasn’t the first time that happened but it’s one of the many fond memories I have of my father.