Two Guys Met on a Street Corner

I waited, and I waited. Patiently waiting. I ignored the plea's of those Xangan's that I daily come into contact with, and I waited. Then inspiration struck.
The whole equality schtick is balony. The equality between races, religions, people groups, genders! It's all a stack of second grade balony. I was on my way to my mandolin lesson yesterday (yes, I finally succumbed to my pride and and am taking a few lessons) and was getting ready to cross the buzzing Main St. in Goshen, when I met up with none other than another fellow carrying a guitar and mandolin case. Immediately we were equals. Or at least compatibles. He had shorts and sandals on; I had pants and sandals on. He has a shock of sandy blond hair; mine is flat and dark. He had facial hair; I hadn't shaved in two days. But we were both carrying mandolins, and that made us equal. Immediately we introduced ourselves, and I found out that (as I had suspected) he was Lukas Simpson, singer/guitar player/mandolin player/ songwriter for the Goldmine Pickers, of which my mandolin teacher is a member. (Check them out at http://www.goldminepickers.com/) We may as well have gone to school together, such was the ease with which we conversed. I say that to say this. It's not about a whole group of people being equals that we should be concerning ourselves with, let's look for compatibility and all that jazz among the people that we meet with daily. The guys that we meet on the street corner with whatever is in their hands. There's been a loss of personableism in this land, (as is evident by everyone's demand for privacy and secrecy.) I thought about it yesterday as I walked past a lady pushing a stroller through our parking lot. Neither of us looked at each other or even mumbled a passing hello, which by yesterdays standards would have been terribly rude, but today is just the norm. This post is getting long though, so I shall retire for now. Time for you to speak your mind dear friends. God Bless.