Post

A week or so ago, an old, grumpy-looking man appeared on the street I park my car. He’d be sitting there on a bench, face closed. So two days ago, I decided to greet him a “boa tarde” as I walked past. His face lit up and showed a serious lack of teeth. “Boa tarde,” he replied. 👇🏻

I saw him again yesterday, yet this time, my “boa tarde” gave him enough confidence to comment on my backpack, my clothes, and the tone of my skin. He also asked what time I’d pass by today so he could make sure to sit outside then. That took an uncomfortable turn fast. 👇🏻