Social Interactions

   Since mine are rare and sparse nowadays, I probably pay attention to those which I used to ignore---back in the days when I had regular contact with more or less normal human beings, who welcomed social interactions.
    I was on an outing the other day, a rare enough event, a medical visit, unfortunately not rare at all.  I had in my possession a Handicapped hangtag, fully legitimate too, from the Town of Pittstown, valid for my passenger.  On the way home, we stopped at Walmart, and I pulled into the nearest handicapped parking slot, as close to the store as possible, wanting to lessen the walking distance. As I got out of the car, a tall, white-haired woman who had parked in the aisle across from me called out that I had parked wrong.  Actually, I was in the lined part that I think is meant for lowering wheelchairs.  I started to turn back, thinking I'd move my car over a few feet, but a man approached from further down the parking lot, and told me I was fine, that I didn't have to move my car.  I'm so darned polite these days that I'd already thanked the white-haired woman for her input, and now I thanked him for his.  He then crossed over to where the woman was, and started telling her his opinion.  I didn't stop to  listen, just walked into the store.  When we came back out, my car was just as I left it, no problems.  The worst that had happened was that during the brief exchange, Dave had entered the store and zoomed off out of sight in the motorized shopping cart, and to locate him, I had to ask a clerk where the Printer Ink section was.
    Almost as exciting a conversation as when he was getting a haircut and I was reading the newspaper.  A man came in and sat next to me, and evidently glanced at the paper.  "Is Yogi Berra dead?" he asked. I answered yes, that's why everybody on TV is recalling his quotes.  He didn't watch TV, he said.  I handed him the newspaper so he could catch up.  He took it, but said he didn't read the papers either.