I like having the occasional conversation with a stranger. Especially a strange one.
I don’t know why, but I seem to attract people who are looking to tell me more information than I want. It happens all the time even though in my mind I am trying to cast a “No need to speak to me, move along” vibe.
A few weeks ago I was in a hotel lobby and a Bostonian guy walked up to me upon seeing my tattoos. He insisted on showing me a trailer for a a documentary about tattoo artists.
After that he explained how he was in town for his mother’s 93rd birthday. He proceeded to ask me if my mom was alive or “in heaven”. I said she was alive. He then asked “What about your dad? Is he in heaven?” I responded that I was pretty sure he wasn’t. He looked confused then walked away.