My six--year-old granddaughter, Caitlynd.and I stopped at m Tim Horton's shop for a blueberry cake.As we were going out the door, a young teenage boy was coming in.     This young man had no hair on the sides of his head and a set of blue spiked hair on top of it.One of his nostrils was pierced,and a ring ran through the hole and a chain went across his face and was attached to a ring he was wearing in his ear.He held a skateboard under one arm and a basketball under the other.     Caitlynd,who was walking ahead of me,stopped at once when she saw the teenager.I thought he'd scared her and she'd frozen on the spot.     I was wrong.     My granddaughter backed up against the door and opened it as wide as it would go.Now I was face to face with the young man.I stepped aside and let him pass.His gracious response was a polite "Thank you very much".     On our way to the car, I praised Caitlynd for her manners in holding open the door for the young man.She didn't seem to be troubled by his appearance but I wanted to make sure.If a grandmother talked about freedom of self expression and allowing people their differences was suitable,I wanted to be ready.      _ .     The only thing Caitlynd noticed about the teenager, was the fact that his arms were full."He would have a hard time in opening the door.''     I saw the partially shaved head,the set of spiked hair, the piercings and the chain.She saw a person carrying something under each arm and heading toward a door.     In the future,I hope to get down on her level and raise my sights. What did the author think of the young man?
Polite. Uncommon. Frightening. Funny.