…in today’s culture of outrage, some version of that humorless Wisconsinite is lurking on every social media feed and every comment thread. … As you read this column, he is whipping himself up into a righteous frenzy over my use of “he” as an indefinite pronoun even though “they” is blatantly incorrect and “he or she” takes up too much space in a newspaper column and sounds incredibly awkward to boot. And he will have a point. Moreover, he will have every right to make those points with as much umbrage and indignation as he likes. But guess what? The objects of his scorn have every right to ignore them.
It definitely brought tears to my eyes," she told ABC. "I think it’s nice to know that people out there care so much for strangers," Loredo said. "It gives me confidence in humanity.
Literally just a guy with New Balance sneakers who gives you a piggyback ride.
Who is this guy? We don’t know. He smells like balsamic vinegar. Can’t quite place the accent. Belarus? Minsk?
Completely silent other than “Yes, thank you.”
But it sounds like he MEANS it.
Does he even accept payment? All he seems to want is an honest handshake or a meaningful hug.
Has eyes that seem to say “I know things. I’ve seen things. I’ve been to the other side and back and I’m here to tell you that you should live life unafraid.”
Incredible unkempt beard flows in the wind as he delivers you. Warning: Piggyback driver may appear in your dreams later in life, unexplainably.