Sharing?

I have this neighbor, George, who passes by in front of my apartment every day. Nice enough guy, always waves hello, says hello and remarks pleasantly about the day if I actually cross paths with him at the mailbox or in the parking lot. He's one of the handful of people that my dog, Bentley, barks at every time he sees him pass by our front window. I don't know George well, I have no idea what he does for work, fun or anything else. I barely know his name and I think in the four years I've lived here that I've only heard him use mine a time or two. That's fine - I can handle the existence of friendly waves in the parking lot as he goes about his day and I go about mine.

I've had very few conversations with George and they've been very brief. Things like a pleasant remark about my dog, my new car, the weather - nothing other than passing formalities. I'm fine with that. I do my best to be a good neighbor and be considerate of those living in close proximity to me. Having said that, I was a little surprised by the interaction I had with George as I was leaving for work on Monday night.

My job requires me to wear the following: black pants, black socks, black shoes, a white collared shirt and a red tie. Since this is my job right now, and I like keeping a roof over my head and food on my table, I comply.

So I'm dressed for work, heading down the sidewalk to my car and I look up to see George heading towards me from the parking lot. I give a friendly nod of the head not really expecting anything more in return - perhaps a "have a good one" or some other brief passing remark and then I'm on my way.
 Before any of what I thought would happen took place, George says:

"You look like a NERD!....just sharin'"

Hmm, I thought. This guy must've killed 'em in kindergarten! I wasn't so much insulted as rather surprised that this kind of remark came out of him, and that he thought it was appropriate to voice that, but it didn't really bother me. I chuckled a bit to myself and replied, "why do I look like a nerd??" as I opened my car.

"Because you're wearing a necktie!" said George. I smiled and said, "well I have to wear one at work, so I guess I'll suffer through it....have a good evening!" and I got in my car and headed to work. Again, I wasn't really bothered by what George said so much as I was a bit curious as to what his idea of appropriate "sharin'" seemed to be. Seems a little odd, but whatever. I may just let Bentley bark his fool head off at George when he walks by. Tell him boy!