Old-timers usually hang out with me and chew the fat a bit. The youngsters ... not so much.
One young mother came through the door with her three daughters, ages six and younger. The girls took one look at me and immediately hid behind her skirts. "Ah, yes," said the mother, "the 'scary man.'"
Sigh. Angry eyebrows and a stentorian baritone voice. I am the Lloyd Bochner of church greeters.