It’s amazing how often we are approached by strangers each day, I have never noticed it before.
Today I was shopping in target when a middle-aged woman approached me. It’s funny how middle age gets older as we do.
She wanted to know if I’d tried the chips I’d just placed in my basket.
“You see”, she explained, “my daughter in law is coming in tonight and she looks like you, and I wondered if you liked them”.
I wanted to laugh but she was deadly serious:
“I only met her at the wedding, and she was busy that day. I want her to feel at home, she’s from Ohio and I’ve never been there and I don’t know if they have those chips there. You look like her, you’re not from Ohio are you?”
I shook my head no, and told her the chips were nice. Healthy. That I thought her daughter-in-law would like them. A bit of me wanted to hug her and tell her that she’d be ok simply because she cared so much. Instead I smiled and I noticed her making a mental note of everything else in the cart. I smiled again. I hope her daughter-in-law likes strange food.
