I meant to post this the other day, but it slipped my mind. I was in the Oasis Cafe over on Hawthorne Boulevard. It's the kind of place where you bus your own table when you're done -- walkup pizza, soup, etc., basically. I was dropping my plate and fork off as two women came to the counter to order. They had a little girl with them, maybe 2. The kid gave me a big smile, so I smiled back and made polite conversation. (I often talk to children, especially young ones.) Without making eye contact, or even looking at me, one of the women quickly swooped the girl up and loudly said something about meeting Doug outside, then hustled out of the restaurant.
Perhaps Doug was waiting anxiously. Perhaps the child needed attention. Perhaps a large man with long hair and a beard shouldn't talk to children. I don't know. But it made me very sad.