In the past few days or weeks I've found myself to be in various situations where total strangers are giving me advice on the strangest simplest things. For example, a few weeks ago a woman at costco found it necessary to tell me how to buy chicken - which is the least expensive cut of meat, what takes longest to cook and the big mystery of what is the difference between white and dark meat. In my heart I wanted to yell "DO I LOOK LIKE A MORON WHO HAS NEVER BOUGHT A PIECE OF CHICKEN BEFORE? WE'RE TALKING ABOUT BUYING CHICKEN, NOT SELECTING A DIAMOND RING!!!!" But instead, I nodded and acted as though she was sharing the most amazing information I had ever heard.
Yesterday I was shopping for pants for my daughter. Once again, a woman started telling me exactly what to look for - "make sure that they have some stretch to them, make sure that they're not low rise or her butt crack will show...."
I have to clarify that these people are not store employees. However, I need to confess that I may need to take some responsibility for what is happening. You see, these people are not approaching me. I'm approaching them. It's the "Jack Pool" in me (thanks dad.) I can't stop myself from talking to random strangers (and telling them that their babies are cute.) So, as I am realizing, I'm bringing some of this on myself.
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