Word count 100

One day a few years back I accompanied spouse and editor (same person) while she went shopping at the Albertsons a few blocks away.  I would wander aimlessly if I went with her, so I sat in a chair outside.  An average looking and dressing man walked up and sat beside me.  I feared he would talk religion or politics, but the conversation was banal to the point that I don’t remember it.  He walked away.  It seemed that he disappeared, but he probably entered the store or turned a corner.  I wonder why he chose to sit beside me.

An odd happening a few years back. In “A Story In 100 Words”