So, I Like To Talk To Strangers

Ken (the husband) is always razzing me about yakking it up with strangers.

The rare times that we are out together shopping at Fred Meyer, he will invariably ask me, “Who was that lady in the checkout line you were talking to?”

I always respond, “I have no idea, but she was nice, don’t you think?”

Just now, I called our timeshare broker to “ask him a quick question” about our account. We talked for 30 minutes. About Kihei, San Diego, Depoe Bay, Monterey…

I want to go on vacation. Maybe meet some new people. Ken can tease away. I’ll be too busy pushing my toes into the sand.

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