Talking to myself


I talk out loud to myself. 

It’s especially pronounced when I go to the market since, even though I have a list at home, I always forget to bring it along, so I have to keep the shopping list in my head, where I’m sure to forget at least half of what I came to pick up. 

So, I talk my way around the grocery market trying to recall the essential things I need: Oatmeal, salad, dinner... 

Today, as I talked my way through the available options in one aisle, a lady was nearby. Finally she said, “What is your name?” I told her, and she said, “I realize you’re having a private conversation, but, you know, because of your smile, some people may feel invited to respond.” And then she added, “It’s not a bad thing being known as the guy with the biggest smile in the room.” 

Her comments made me laugh and enjoy continuing talking my way around the market.

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