I interact with a lot of strangers as I go about my business. I make friends with my doctor’s receptionists; chat up store clerks, and make silly faces at toddlers. I have had some wonderfully random conversations with strangers like whether we like our middle names or if we think we’d like to live in a lighthouse. (I would.)
Usually I’m really good about boundaries but tonight I was on a roll. While checking out at an office supply store, within about 90 seconds I told the cashier that I was surprised that the store’s 2013 calendars were still full-price, that $1.50 per page is a lot for local faxes and that I was being inundated with irritating paperwork this week.
The young woman added her two cents but I could see that she wasn’t sure if I was just a harmless woman who talks a lot or someone who’s unhinged and not only talks a lot, but loudly and often to herself. And who just might be dangerous. So, in order to remain firmly in the former category, I gave her my sweetest smile, wished her a good night and swiftly sailed out the door.