Lately, I have had a run of people who tell me odd facts about themselves for no discernable reason.
Like the guy last week, who, after I asked him if he needed help, whipped out his cellphone, scrolled through it, held it up (yes, inches from my face--apparently "personal space" is a totally outdated concept!) and said, "That's my mom. She's dead."
And the woman yesterday who while telling me that she needed a particular kind of mulch, tells me, "My husband died this year."
Er, uhm, since when does a retail shopping trip involve dead people?
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