Who was the last person you passed by without speaking to?

There was a young man outside the library pretty engrossed in his laptop, and I did not want to intrude. Along comes a gal on her bike. Well, there is two people not speaking, so she doesn't either. Soon, though, a lady walks by walking two jack russell terriors. The walker does not acknowledge us, either, but deftly surrenders one leash to the other hand and sends a big wave to a passing car. The terriers, however, let it be known that this is their sidewalk with a duet of growls. The gal and I bust out laughing, and start an inpromtu discussion about little dogs and dogs we have known. By this time, other library users start to pile onto the porch. No body really knowns one another, but we all rcognize each other a little. The usuall chit chat, the somber church bells over the tree tops, and here is the librarian with a cheery hello. The young man is still engrossed in his lap top.