Yesterday, while I was shopping in a grocery store, a frazzled-looking woman of about my age appeared next to me. After appraising, me she asked: “Do you think Putin is going to nuke us?”
I
rubbed at my eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Do
you think Putin will nuke us?”
“I
have no idea, actually.”
“He
said he would strike Montana first,” she assured me.
“I
had not heard that,” I told her. “But we
do have a lot of missiles here.”
With
that, the woman abruptly changed subjects.
“It’s so quiet today,” she said.
“Nobody is talking here.”
“Well…we
are talking,” I suggested.
The
woman brightened in expression a little. “Yes, we are.”
Just
then, Desiree rejoined me. Upon seeing
Desiree, I half-smiled at the woman. “I
am on my way again.” I told her. “Have a
good rest of your day.” I latched onto
our shopping cart and quickly whisked away.
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