Respect

Often I’ll meet priests or fellas in robes  as I leave a town early in the morning. We’ll make eye contact and then,  rather than them raising a hand in greeting,  they’ll often bow their head, in deference to my pain. 

I’ll generally put on a bit of a limp for them out of respect for their deference. And then I’ll bow back. And if they don’t respond to my bow than I normally take umbrage. Whatever that means.  It gets a bit confusing at times but there you go.