it was great until she stabbed me with a fork

What is it about me that prompts strangers to tell me bizarre stories about their personal life? I suppose I give them an opening-I'm friendly and ask about people-I truly believe everyone has a story to tell worthy of a novel. You'd be surprised the secrets average looking people hold in their hearts. Tonight Larry David and I were biking and a tall stranger asked about our bikes-they are conversation starters-modified recumbants. But he quickly went from talking to telling us that when his father died he discovered he worked for the Polish underground and the Pope showed up at his funeral. From there he said his son was on scholarship at a fancy-schmancy school and he was a stay at home dad until his wife came after him with a fork.
it's just the latest of odd stories strangers have confessed to me. My father-in-law used to say it was easier for him to confess to strangers and I always wondered what he could possibly have to say...but we found out after he died.
Eavesdropping is another great way to be entertained. Snippets of conversation in restaurants and shops are often priceless for a writer. Or you can be a "question man" like my hubby and get the most incredible information out of people just by asking! The thing that amazes me is how people screw up their lives so incredibly with stupid mistakes like multiple divorces, tons of kids they don't supervise and other assorted idiotic choices. The world is full of people who make their lives soap operas. I'm too tired for the drama-going to bed now