What’s the first thing you learn when you live in a big city or anywhere for that matter–don’t tell anyone where you live!
So what do you think my reaction might have been when I met a man in the produce department of the supermarket and he asked, “Where do you live?”
We had been having a perfectly mundane conversation about the weather and how so many of the streets were flooded while we stood beside a display of eggplants. All of a sudden he veered off and asked me where I lived. I almost picked up one of the eggplants to smash it over his head when I glanced at his face. He didn’t look like an aging lothario, so although my hand continued to rest on an eggplant, I stopped and gave my course of action some further thought.
You see, my town’s streets are divided alphabetically. It occurred to me that he might be innocently asking what section I lived in, especially when he followed up his first question with, “I live in the E Section.”
Easing my hand off the eggplant, I smiled and answered, “I live in the Z Section.”
“Oh, nice area,” he remarked. “I have a friend who lives over there.”
Our conversation ended shortly after. Poor man had no idea he could have been tomorrow’s headline–Man Massacred With a Big, Juicy Eggplant By a Crazed Woman in the Produce Department.