I’ve never been too excited about any of the social media. The blog represents a diary of sorts. Other than that, I have nominal use of the “smart” phone. It’s just not nearly as much fun as my talking parrots who whistle and blow kisses at the dogs who cannot figure out who is meowing at them. The cats of course just watch. LOl
My honey and I sometimes enjoy ‘holidaying’ in London, where we use public transport. Customarily locals do not EVER speak to each other on the tube or buses. As a Yank, though, I’m forgiven for being gauche when I speak to them. What fun conversations we’ve had with so many normally joyless Brits. 🙂
It’s funny that you say this because my kid thinks it odd that our generation will not hesitate to greet a stranger on the street. A smile and acknowledgement go a long way in my book. That is what makes us know that we are unique in that moment.