You talkin’ to me?
I have a bad habit of responding to people who are in no way talking to me.
The other day, the cashier said “Thanks so much!” and I turned around from the door and gave her a hearty “Thank you!” back, thinking, boy, she really appreciates a customer, even if it’s just a small cappuccino, only to see that she was, obviously, in conversation with someone she knew, about something else entirely.
The other other day, on a plane, I totally went the other way. I was at the window and in the center and aisle seats were two women, . . .