Talk to me

I think I must have a sign on my back that says, "talk to me." I feel as though strangers are always coming up to me and striking very strange conversations. I was in Lowes again looking at thresholds trying to figure out why all of the thresholds were 10 feet long when most doorways are more like three feet wide, when a nice older gentleman offered to help. Sure thing gramps, lemme have it.

Did I get the lecture on thresholds or what? Did you know there are a zillion different types including the T-shape, the triangle, the slope, the overlap, the underlap etc. It's really quite amazing.

Somehow this conversation turns to the man's inability to feel in his left calf. Hmmm. I will listen, but I will most certainly not rub it.

After another 15 minutes of conversation it is revealed that Agent Orange in Vietnam was the culprit. It caused nerve damage, which was somehow related to a hip replacement. The man eventually gave me the moral of the story, "if your husband so much as sneezes, you take him straight to the VA and make them pay him $1,000 a month like they do me for my Agent Orange." Yes sir.

I truly love people.