Today a strange little woman in my store, wearing a purple coat and a black velvet hat that reminded me of Carol Channing, beckoned me toward her and then whispered, "Have you eaten salami today?"
Ah. . .no.
"Because you smell like salami."
What can you say to that? "Well, thank you for pointing that out," I answered, then turned away in hopes that my body language would halt any further conversation.
"That's a compliment," she insisted.
Ah. . .no. And I don't even eat meat, let alone salami.
My other mistake today: not warning everyone else on the sales floor about Salami Woman. One of my sales associates, in good faith, offered to help her and the little strange person lost her temper.
Is it a full moon?