This morning I was thinking about a conversation I once had with Orin, an older gentleman who used to work at the Sinclair by my house (back in the day when it WAS a Sinclair). Anyhoo, Orin looked exactly like someone's Mormon grandpa with his hearing aid, his glasses, and his neatly trimmed gray hair. I only mention his appearance because of the unexpected turn our conversation took. Here's how it went down.
Orin: Hi, Ann. Did you have a good weekend?
Me: Of course. Football and chicken wings were involved. What's not to like? What about you? Did you have a good weekend?
Orin: It was interesting. I opened my Third Eye.
Me: (surprised) Wow. How did that go?
Orin: Well, I have a headache now.
Remembering this conversation made me smile. It also reminded me of another reason I write: people surprise you. And me, I love surprises.