Out on my walk on Grace Street this morning, one of the regular VCU grounds guys said good morning and started explaining why I hadn't seen him in a while (I hadn't asked or wondered, but okay).
"It sure is cold out here," I said, changing the subject.
"Sure is," he said. "Got your long johns on?"
"No, but I've got leggings on under these," I explained. "Couldn't walk in this cold without two layers."
"Long janes, huh? Do those have a trap door like mine do?" he wondered. "Makes it awful easy."
"Uh, no," I said.
"You ought to get a pair of small men's long john's and then you'd have a trap door!" he told me, solving all my problems. Time to go, I thought.
"Maybe they come in peach!" he called to my back, chuckling. Maybe they do, but I doubt it.
Please tell me other people have these odd conversations with strangers.
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