The One Minute Writer 4

Here's today's prompt:

Fill in the blanks: "I'd like to march right up to ___ and say '____'. "

I'd like to march right up to the first New Yorker I see on the street tomorrow and say "I'm from Texas, let's be friends. I'll teach you about Corny dogs, you teach me about hot dogs. You teach me baseball, I teach you horse back riding. You teach me how to j-walk, I teach you how to walk in cowboy boots. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Everybody wins. There is no downside."

And if the conversation is going well and I'm feeling bold, I'll go in for a hug. Because that's what I do. Handshakes are formal. Waves are awkward. High fives have been replaced with pounds which reminds me of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Hugs are easier. And when you think about it, they're not all that intimate, they're not that odd or uncomfortable. You don't need to stop-drop-and roll to escape the iron clasp of a friendly acquaintance. Hey there, NYC. Let's hug it out.