People say the darndest things ...

Oh yes ... someone you've never met, puts a smile on your face. Strangers from cyberspace matter more than real-beings you share real-space with.

The man in the car next to me at a red signal. The woman at the next checkout counter. The people working in the office accross the road, who I see all day everyday from the bay windows. The municipality workers. The delviery boys. The waitresses. The operators at companies I call.

Real people in real space.

Or a girl in another part of the world tpying in response to me.

Whose the real people?