Mr. Smiling Man

I always try to smile and say hello....especially if I see a smile coming my way. So. today was no exception as I walked into Davis Kidd. I had some time to kill before my doctor's appointment, so I was looking forward just browsing the isles of books and magazines. I walked past a man sitting on a bench by the history books. He gave me a big smile that seemed to linger too long, but, I smiled right back and went on my way. I am in the fiction books and hear an employee asking a man if he needs help. He says no, but, everyone seems to be asking me that question. They laugh and I look up. It is my Smiling Man from when I walked in. He starts to walk by me, stops and says, "Do you need any help?" I laugh and say no. He comes back to me and offered his hand and tells me his name. I tell him mine, but, he does not let go of my hand. Finally he lets go and I look back at the books. He said something about a class he just got out of at Starbucks on connecting with people. I smile again and look at the books again. He is not getting the hint, and talks about my genuine smile. I am beginning to be "creeped out". He finally leaves, but, I do not feel like browsing anymore. I pay for my purchase and leave. Well, yes sir, Mr. Smiling Man was parked in front of me and waves real big and says, "Hello Beverly!" I smile and wave, got in my car, locked the door and skedaddled out of there!!!!