On a stranger hunt in Tampa, I saw Jericka across the street. When I approach a stranger, I like to cite a positive physical characteristic that is believable. Her hair was distinctive enough to qualify. She was wearing a shirt that said. “Taco Bus”, and she was standing in front of an eatery called..., “Taco Bus.”
So I walked over to introduce myself my first thought was that she looked younger than I thought. I almost panicked, but then figured if she was old enough to work there, she ought to be old enough to be included in the 100 Strangers group. I immediately complimented her on the hairstyle, and she shyly giggled. And approved being photographed.
