My wife told me this afternoon, when I got home from work, that shed met a very nice man from Argentina at the grocery store. She told me that he was a doctor and that they met while waiting for their ham to be sliced. She had ordered prosciutto. Im not sure what kind of ham he was getting. (If she werent already in bed now, Id go up and ask her.) He apparently struck up a conversation with her about his ham likes and dislikes and then moved on to fruit juices, dinner rolls and host of other subjects. I was listening to Linette telling me this and I wasnt terribly jealous or anything, until she mentioned that they had talked for an entire hour, there in front of the deli counter I dont think Ive ever, in my entire life, talked to a stranger for more than three minutes… I feel like I should go to the store tomorrow and talk to someone for an hour, just to get even.
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