We were in the Starbucks on Clark St. in Chicago’s Andersonville neighborhood. This was before Covid, so there was a fixins bar where you added your sugar, milk etc. There was a shelf above the tabletop which held spares of the items put out for customer use.
"Do you always share such personal details with strange men in coffee shops?"
I’d just finished my additions when someone came up behind me and said “Excuse me.” I glanced back and smiled at the very attractive woman of around forty. She smiled in turn and said “They’re out of the stevia packets. Could you please reach up and get some for me? I’m still sore from my breast implants.”
As I was retrieving the sweeteners, exactly what she had said registered. I handed her the box of packets and asked her “Do you always share such personal details with strange men in coffee shops?”
“Well, it’s no different from guys discussing their power tools!”
Gina and I laughed about that one for days.
A hyper-annuated wannabee scientist with a lovely wife and a mountain biking problem.