One morning, a few weeks back, I made eye contact with someone who was obviously having a rough morning. I knew I shouldn’t engage but I also didn’t want to ignore them, so I gave a quick good morning. They promptly responded, “fuck your morning.”
I think of that interaction every day.
It’s that way here in Seattle as well. When I moved here 18 years ago my now step brothers told me don’t ever use an umbrella unless you want to be mistaken as a tourist or gay. Too bad I already had that second one on lock.
In their defense, the gaybies on Capital Hill love umbrellas to preserve their look.