Have you ever been somewhere and met an overly-talkative person? Last night after we finished dinner about 9 o’clock I decided I had a hankering for a chocolate malt. Which of course meant a trip to Rainbow Foods for ice cream. As I was standing there debating how much I wanted to spend on a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, I looked over and saw another guy doing the same. He said “Hi, it looks like you’re here doing the same thing as me. My wife has me here getting ice cream because it’s that time of the month if you know what I mean.” I said, “I’m here to get ice cream for a malt.” Some how I mentioned that my fiance didn’t care if I made an ice cream run. Now here is where it get’s weird.
He said “So do you live around here?”
Me–”Yes over on 143rd St.”
He–”I live on seven” (Wherever the hell that is)
He–”So when are you getting married?” (Why the hell do you care)
Me–”November.”
He–”Are your families from around here? (Because you’ll actually know where I’m from)
Me–”No, her family is from Bismark and mine is from Belgrade.” (Of course he didn’t know)
He–”My name is Jerry Etter!” (Like I really care)
Me–”I’m Roger.”
Jerry–”Roger????” (Are you a stalker)
Me–”Roger Struthers.”
Jerry–”So what do you do?” (This when I’m wondering–Is this 20 questions?–all I wanted was some icecream)
Me–”I work for Arrow Electronics (Well, really it eChips, formerly Arrow).”
Jerry–”I know someone that works at Arrow, but I can’t think of his name.” (Like I’m supposed to start guessing which of 7,000 employees he knows)
Me–”Well nice meeting you Jerry.” (Just wanting to leave at this point and try to avoid him as I’m checking out)
Jerry–”Here’s my business card before you go. I run an internet busisness develpment company Etter Enterprises”
Me–”Oh. OK. Have a nice night.” (Meanwhile I’m thinking, no thank you, I would rather not hear about the joys of selling Amway or the internet version Quixtar.)
Then of course my new best friend just happened to get in my checkout line. I tried to run, but was afraid of running into the automatice door before it opened. I hope Lynsey isn’t to0 hurt that I have new best friend 
The rest of the day wasn’t nearly as interesting, which I’ll write about later since we’re off to Crate and Barrel to look at dishes.
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