even though my mom taught me not to, here’s why i’m talking with strangers.
i was dining al fresco with mom, dad, and sister E in sorrento, italy. the patio was packed, so it felt like we were at a table for 16 rather than a table for four.
dad paid the bill. the waiter grinned at the tip left. (they sure loved us americans.)
waiter: he’s a good man.
mom: yes, he is. we’re been married 40 years this year.
man from the table next to us: i don’t mean to eavesdrop, but i have to say, congrats!
man: *gestures to wife* we’re at 33 years this year!
mom: congrats to you too as well!
and with grins wide from wine and long lasting relationships, we left.