One of the freaky things about hanging out in my local Starbucks is that I have frequent random chats with lots of people and most of the time I do not remember with whom I have conversed. A young man (anyone under 50 is a young man to me) just walked by with his lady telling me that they were on their way to the gym across the highway. He thanked me for the conversations we've had saying I am one of the most interesting people he's ever met. I appreciate the compliment, but I honestly have no memory of ever talking to him. I am trying hard not to feel shame.
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