It seemed a good day to stay home, what with all the people doing last-minute Easter shopping, but I did get out to the post office. I actually talked to two people today, which is two more than usual. A woman at the stamp machine asked me what first class postage was, so she'd know which button to push. She decided against the book of ten "Happy Birthday" stamps for $3.40 and went for the $6.80 book of twenty Statue of Liberty stamps.
Then as I was getting back to where I'd parked, a woman came up to me with a handful of flyers about a lost dog. I'd seen these posted on light poles as I walked, but I talked with her about when and where she'd lost the poor little white poodle. Someone had reported seeing the dog playing in a yard near where they'd lost her, but the person who lived at that address was apparently uncooperative and rude. I didn't see any call for that and promised to keep an extra eye out and call if I saw the dog.
These two encounters both happened because the other person talked to me first. I'm all for smiling and nodding and saying hello, but if I'm going to get into a conversation, someone else has to take the initiative. That's why I try to hang around with people who do a lot of talking.