About a week before that, we were in Panera Bread and a woman who I can only describe as enthusiastic about bagels gave me personal service I have never experienced in a chain bakery. She touched my hand, called me by my first name, offered me extra lemons, and yelled, nay, BELLOWED across the dining room to make sure my Asiago with sun-dried tomato cream cheese was up to par. It was bizarre. If she had been 20 years younger, I might have thought she had developed an instantaneous woman-crush on me.
These sort of things happen to us EVERY WEEK. Strangers, completely random people, ask us for our advice. I had a woman in a Wal-Mart pop out of the dressing room 3 weeks ago and demand my opinion on 4 pairs of neon-colored stockings.
My husband and I have discussed the nature of this phenomina at length, and the only thing we can come up with is that we must appear to have our shit together in a major way. I mean, what kind of perfect stranger are you looking for when you ask for advice? Do we look particularly non-threatening? Can you look at me and tell I'm probably going to tell you the truth, but in the nicest way possible? Does my husband just look like the kind of guy who is going to be able to help you with whatever totally off-the-wall question you have? I don't know what "it" is. But "it" has us baffled.
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