It’s recently been brought to my attention that perhaps I should say less in public. You see, I will talk to anyone. Stranger or not.
I think I missed school the day the whole stranger/danger thing was being reviewed. Not only do I not mind talking to complete strangers as if I’ve known them forever, but there’s something about me that makes people think it’s OK to talk to me like this too. I can count on at least one random stranger encounter a week. My boys always find these exchanges between myself and these people we will never see again entertaining.
I don’t know if the boys are entertained by my uncanny ability to get people to talk to me, or if they’re amazed that people want to talk to me. Either way, they’re entertained.
But, one thing is for sure. I should think twice about telling people I smoke crack.
Let me elaborate.
Dramatic expressions are fun. For me, anyway.
My boys are obsessed with Skylanders. Whoever came up with that marketing scheme is a genius! These stupid little monsters are never in stock, and when they do make their way to the shelf, they’re gone in a flash! Naturally, every kid wants what they can’t have, so my boys are constantly watching to see which one comes out next, and they want then B.A.D.
After a rare find the other night the clerk and I got to talking during my check out.
Me: “My kids are crazy about these things.”
Clerk: Yeah, they sell fast.
Me: “I know! They’re like crack!”
As he stood behind the register agape, I thought for a moment that maybe that expression is inappropriate. Maybe.
I mean, maybe he smokes crack and he can’t believe I’m on to him? Maybe he has had the mistfotune of dealing with drug abuse within his family and he was offended. Or maybe it’s none of the above and he simply cannot believe I just said that.
Does it really matter why he was shocked? Not really.
Me: “Well, I wouldn’t actual know what crack is like, I’m just sayin’.”
In this brief moment of awkward silence I thought about all of the things I could say to make this go away. But, then I realized I should probably just quit while I was ahead, pay, and leave. And smile, of course.
Me: “Thanks for your help finding these. Have a good night.”
As I tucked my receipt in my wallet and started walking away, I got to thinking. Maybe I just found the one thing strangers don’t want to talk to me about?
Are you ever perplexed why strangers don’t want to talk to you about smoking crack?