A couple weekends ago I was talking to my new hairdresser, this older straight man from Montana who once worked as a miner, and we were raving about Seattle to each other.
“I love Seattle!”
“Oh me too.”
“But people say we are a hard city to get to know. That we don’t let people in.”
“But I think we’re really nice. Why would they say that?”
“Oh I don’t think we’re rude, just closed off. I’ll do my thing, you do your thing, and let’s just not make a big deal out of it.”
Then the next day I went kayaking with Dave and we got chatting with a couple in a canoe. I think we helped rescue them from an attack of the lilypads, but as a thank you they gifted us a couple drinks. Who says Seattle isn’t friendly? 🙂
