My mother always said...

"You can't judge a book by its cover." I was reminded of that truth  earlier today while doing laundry in the communal laundry room.  When I walked in to get my laundry out of the dryer, two burly youth were putting their clothes in a washer.  They were pleasant, not at all threatening, but large, wearing sleeveless shirts with lots of tattoos up and down their arms, one with a man bun and one with a shaved head.  I guess, if I had thought about it, I would have expected them to spemd the half hour while their clothes were being washed working out in the exercise room down the hall.  Instead, as I walked out with my cart of clean clothes, I saw them in the little waiting area outside the laundry room happily working on a jigsaw puzzle that someone had started a week ago.  You just never know.