I don't see many "vapers in the wild" where I live, mostly because I don't get out much ... 
But tonight I realized at 11 PM that I had no milk for the Fruit Loops in the morning, and was forced to unseal the front door ...
Went around the corner to a 24 hour gas station, the kid behind the counter was very polite, and didn't make fun of me for paying a ridiculous markup for a half gallon of cow juice ...
The place was deserted, and as I was leaving, the kid stepped outside to play with his phone, then I saw a modest plume of vapor that engulfed his head ...
So I walked back toward him and said "Watcha got there, bud ?" with my best friendly expression ...
Well, the kid totally panicked, started sputtering, and finally managed to explain "Honest mister, I'm not smoking, its only vapor, see ?". He was obviously fearful that I was some old fart who would rat him out to his boss for "smoking" at the doorway ...
As quickly as possible, I established my credentials as a fellow vaper, and we had a nice chat about gear and juices, and the absurdity of the BT cigalikes that are sold there ...
Anyway, I realized that there is an understandable paranoia on the part of store clerks when they step outside to vape, and this poor kid has probably been assaulted before by nannies and do-gooders with an anti-smoking fetish ...
Next time maybe I should send up a little cloud first, to clear the air ...
But tonight I realized at 11 PM that I had no milk for the Fruit Loops in the morning, and was forced to unseal the front door ...

Went around the corner to a 24 hour gas station, the kid behind the counter was very polite, and didn't make fun of me for paying a ridiculous markup for a half gallon of cow juice ...

The place was deserted, and as I was leaving, the kid stepped outside to play with his phone, then I saw a modest plume of vapor that engulfed his head ...

So I walked back toward him and said "Watcha got there, bud ?" with my best friendly expression ...
Well, the kid totally panicked, started sputtering, and finally managed to explain "Honest mister, I'm not smoking, its only vapor, see ?". He was obviously fearful that I was some old fart who would rat him out to his boss for "smoking" at the doorway ...

As quickly as possible, I established my credentials as a fellow vaper, and we had a nice chat about gear and juices, and the absurdity of the BT cigalikes that are sold there ...
Anyway, I realized that there is an understandable paranoia on the part of store clerks when they step outside to vape, and this poor kid has probably been assaulted before by nannies and do-gooders with an anti-smoking fetish ...
Next time maybe I should send up a little cloud first, to clear the air ...