Reconnoitering the SeaWorld shop where my son would in a few days start his first job, I lock eyes with a gentleman in his sixties standing a couple feet from me. He grins a big grin, I grin back. He says hi. I say hi back. He's a little different. More eager, more friendly than typical. Looking closer, he's dressed a little haphazardly. We small talk enthusiastically. I walk forward, chatting, to follow Dash who is a couple steps ahead.
Ahh, he's - I don't know the most appropriate term now - "differently-abled"? Needing guardianship? That explains the very friendly. I talk next to his friend by his side. Ask how he's doing. They are a group of six or seven. They are enjoying their stay.