Sometimes you see something so strange that you wonder if you really saw it or just imagined it.
Today, for example, I was going out to lunch in Bridgeport when I passed by the Star Nails salon on John Street. Inside was a large, intimidating-looking gentleman. He was wearing what appeared to be a sleeveless undershirt, and his big arms were covered in tatoos.
This fearsome individual was stretched out in a chair inside the salon, blithely getting a pedicure.
I was so startled that I backed up to make sure that my eyes hadn’t deceived me.
They had not.
Then, the big guy looked up from his pampering and locked eyes with me. At the moment I decided that staring is rude — and that this was not a man who would take kindly to rudeness.
I moved on.
