I've said before that I am a magnet for random and bizarre experiences.
A conversation that I had today merely reinforced that conclusion.
It happened in a Joanne Fabrics. And it began like this:
"I really want some clam chowder."
Startled, I looked up from the fabric I was buying. "Excuse me?"
"I really want some clam chowder," the elderly saleslady said again, as if it were the most natural conversation starter in the world.
"Oh." I responded, not sure what more to say.
She sighed and started cutting my fabric.
After a moment of her gloomy silence, I piped in, "Well, maybe you should go get some clam chowder tonight."
She immediately brightened. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Don't you think I should walk me down to Outback Steakhouse after work and get myself a bowl?"
"Absolutely!" I encouraged her. "You deserve it." (If there is one thing I am good at, it's encouraging people to indulge in a treat.)
She smiled for a second, but then her countenance fell again. She went back to trimming the white cotton. "But if it rains, I won't be able to."
Feeling a little desperate, I glanced outside at the ominous, gathering clouds. "What time do you get off work?"
"Half an hour."
I gave her a confident nod. "I think the rain will hold out for you."
"Really?" She perked up again. "Why, thank you, Honey!"
"You're welcome!" I said, glad to be of assistance.
I left the store with a warm and fuzzy feeling in my stomach--much like clam chowder in August.