A while back, as I cleaned nose and finger prints from our outside window, (from all the ooing and ahhing over gorgeous merchandise), a random lady stops to chat. She and her man are on a four month vacation. She was a designer, in her professional life. I asked if she designed jewelry, as we were hosting another trunk show. No, interior design, published, the whole shebang. Well, my goodness.
She whips out a camera. Oh hell no, I don't do pictures. Yes you do, she tells me. The broad wasn't moving on until she got a picture of us together, because I was now part of her travels. Have mercy. She actually got a decent shot, because I didn't look miserable, and she was pretty. We exchange names and hugs. She told me I am now part of her tribe.
I like her.
These moments happen fairly frequently here in the West. I think I have a conversation bubble over my head that says, 'Tell me your story'.
I love a good story.
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