I chat with strangers in grocery checkout lines. I just strike up conversations. The weather. What they’re buying. What I’m buying.
The other day I struck up a conversation with a woman who was, perhaps, a few years older than I. I bragged, as I sometimes do, about how wonderful my nieces and nephews are. Which they are.
My nieces and nephews range in age from 21 to 28. For some reason or other the woman brought up the subject of tattoos and how different young people’s ideas are of them than are ours.
“We see them as a sign of low status. They don’t”, I said.
She looked at me as though startled. “I’d never thought of it that way”, she said.