Yesterday, I was sitting on my front porch (chewin’ my bubblegum, playin’ with my yo yo) talking to a colorado friend on the phone. I reached up to catch a lightening bug and then looked left. Who was approaching? Friendster Boy. I morphed the lightening bug catch into an awkwardly high wave and said hello. He might have mumbled back.
I was on the phone, so didn’t say, “hey wait, weren’t you in my store and didn’t you dis me on friendster?” But I did watch him walk down my street, almost certainly walking home from work. On my street.