I can’t take into account if it’s inside the 1956 film or the 1978 remake.

But in a single model of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” there’s this scene. A couple of the pod people meet and provide every other look. It’s a look that announces, “We know who we’re, but we should hold it a secret from the Earthlings.”

Well, we have our very own variation on that appearance proper here in Spokane. Only it’s no longer approximately invaders from the outer area making plans to take over the sector.

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No, our version of the look silently communicates something else. It says, “Like you, I dislike camping and want nothing to do with it.”

You can recognize, of course, why a person could no longer need to reveal that to simply every person. Someone within the Inland Northwest admitting that he or she has no hobby in camping would be refrained from, ostracized, and pretty likely hounded from our midst.

I imply, not like tenting? Here? In Spokane? Why it’s just not done. Don’t you want to be near nature?

You would possibly as properly say you observed huckleberries are overrated.

Anyway, we’re just a few days from the unofficial start of the camping season. And even though it might appear disloyal to my closeted tribe, I notion I would possibly take this opportunity to reveal most of the approaches we are camping unenthusiastic make ourselves recognized to one another in public.

For one aspect, there’s the secret handshake.

If a stranger offers you a grip that appears intended to overwhelm your metacarpal bones, that person is probably announcing, “I hate napping at the ground outside.”

It’s a cry for assist, really.

Or, if you meet someone within the Spokane vicinity whose handshake is of the lifeless fish range, there’s a good danger that a man or woman is speaking something to you. Oftentimes the unspoken message is, “Please assist me … my circle of relatives wants me to commune with bears and cross without getting showered for an entire weekend.”

Then there’s the gesture of tapping the side of 1’s nose with a single finger, just like Paul Newman and Robert Redford did in “The Sting.”

If you see a person do that in Spokane, there’s a possibility it means “Campfires make my allergies flare up” or “The weekend is after I watch my recorded shows.”

Another bit of anti-camping code appears very much like a gesture hired with the aid of Curly in The Three Stooges.

You place the lowest of your right wrist on the pinnacle of your head and then flap that hand in an energetic waving movement. To others who withstand the entice of tenting, this says, “I am one in all you, brothers and sisters. I adore slumbering with a roof over my head, HVAC, and being around individuals who do now not smell like baloney.”

But possibly the maximum dependable sign that a person needs nothing to do with camping is a glance inside the eyes. It’s a chunk like the arched-forehead expression you provide others on your little cluster at a celebration after a person has simply said something jaw-droppingly clueless.