Conversations With Strangers
A women in about her late 50s, dressed in her Sunday best, a stained top and sweatpants, approached me today and asked the following.
Women: are you Dave?
Me: No, I’m not.
Women: You’re not?
Me: No, I’m not the person you are looking for.
Women: Do you know him? Goes by the name madman and is good with mechanics.
Me: I have no clue who that is.
Women: You’re sure you’re not him?
Me: I got to go now.
I turned and started to walk away at that point, turning back after a few yards to see the women asking another passer by If he was Dave.
