One of the fun things about being an adult is talking to strangers. They’re usually really nice.
After a nice visit at my mom’s today with my sister-in-law, I had to run to the bank and the store. I hadn’t finished my grocery list or menu, but I had them written on my ipod. The line at the bank was pretty long, and I had time to stand there and brainstorm for meals.
The trouble was, I was two short. So I stood there and tapped my foot and sighed and did all the things you do when you’re trying to generate an idea. Then I wondered what would happen if I asked somebody what they were having for dinner. I was standing inches away from a whole crowd of intensely bored strangers. What did I have to lose?
So I turned to the little old Mexican lady behind me and said, “Can I ask you a weird question? What are you having for dinner?”
She laughed and told me “Submarine sandwiches” because it’s what they go out to eat on paydays. Then they were going to barbecue that weekend. We stood there and had a nice chat about how fast January had gone by and how much fun it is to have so many birthdays.
So then I got up to the teller. While I was waiting for her to process my bank stuff, I remembered this question I’ve always wanted to ask somebody in a bank. So when she came back, I asked, “When somebody robs a bank, does the money they steal come out of everybody’s bank accounts, or does the bank have some kind of insurance?”
She laughed and explained that banks have insurance to cover that sort of thing, and not to worry about my account.
I left the bank feeling quite merry indeed.
So that’s been my day. How’s yours?