As I walked into a grocery store this morning, someone behind me was whistling a tune. Twenty-five years ago, my reaction would have been, "That's cool. I don't whistle as much as I should. I wonder what song that is." Today, my unspoken reaction was, "That's weird. I don't usually hear people whistle like that. Did this person just escape from an asylum?"
Perhaps I'm not giving people the benefit of the doubt as often as I should.
