L'Etranger

Mother didn't cook today. Or maybe yesterday. But I interacted with many strangers.

I chatted with a lady in the supermarket about Spicy Guacamole Pringles. We think it's a new flavor. It's new to us at least. (Not very spicy, but pretty great tasting.)

I gave a lady directions to the Prudential. Because I am city savvy and all knowing.

I called the FDA. The FDA Drug Line is surprisingly easy to get through. Not surprisingly though, is how absolutely unhelpful they were.

I saw two teenagers that needed to get off of the subway and get into a room. Actually, they probably shouldn't be allowed in a room alone. They need time outs from each other.

I caught sight of a kid I went to high school with, sitting across the aisle from him on the train. Not wanting awkward small talk, I avoided looking at him for the 40-minute train ride. As we prepared to leave the train, I practiced my "oh, hey! I'm so surprised to see you here" face only to not catch his glance at all. Perhaps he too, was pretending not to see me. Perhaps he didn't see me. Perhaps it wasn't that kid after all.