You can never judge a book by its cover
Cite: publicized by the 1946 murder mystery novel by Edwin Rolfeand Lester Fuller, Murder in the Glass Room
Back in the day B had long hair … and he on occasion wore an earring … and he always had on a concert T-shirt … from bands like Iron Maiden … and he’s a big guy … and he is mostly serious.
One day when I was in college, taking the scenic route of 20 plus years to graduate, he walked me to the library. The neighborhood where the stacks are located can be rough and he was there as my protection. As we walked down the sidewalk, two older ladies (maybe not so old … about the age I am NOW) saw us coming toward them. They crossed the street (more like jaywalked/ran quickly) to avoid walking past us. Then they crossed back to our side after they were “safe” from big bad B.
I wonder if they assumed I was being held hostage ;). If they did, they never phoned to Po-Po. Of course back then, they would have had to find a pay phone to do so first. LOL!
Proof you can never judge a book by its’ cover. Or maybe you can. But you’d often be wrong.
The post was inspired by Janet Smiles. Smiles are contagious, pass one around. And is part of #1linerWeds. Rules and Ping Back.
As always, more to come.