I'm leaving Lift to walk home and a guy starts biking parallel to me as I walk.
Him: Morning. Nice day to be walking a dog.
Me: Yea, he's loving this weather.
Him: Good day to look for work.
Me: For me, every day's a good day to look for work.
Him: I was in prison, so I'm serious about finding work now.
Me: Um, okay.
Him: Do you have men who you talk to, you know, who call you up?
Me: Uh, sure?
Him: I'd like to be one of those guys who talks to you. My name's James.
Me: Have a good one. (Here I make a sharp right down the alley as he keeps going)
Okay, so I'm a bad person for pre-judging James. If you have a suggestion for how I could have better handled that conversation, I'm all ears.
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