I was standing in line behind an older woman at Walmart. She asked me if I wanted to go in front of her since I only had one item. I told her not to worry about it because I found waiting in line relaxing.
"It must be your day off."
"Not really. I’m a freelancer, technically I could always be working."
"Oh really? What do you do?"
"Writing and art modeling."
"That’s amazing. I did painting when I was younger. I love you models."
"Aw, thanks. It’s definitely a self-esteem boost."
"Well don’t you ever be ashamed of it," whispering, "I mud wrestled for money when I was your age."
This is the reason I talk to strangers.