I was in the bank a few weeks ago, and chatting with the teller, who I've known for years. By "known" I mean we greet each other by name, but we're not friends outside of our bank encounters. I'm guarded with her -- she's a bit of a nosy parker, and this bothers me because she obviously has access to my bank information. So I don't share much. Unfortunately, on this day, I broke my own rule:
"What's new in your life?" she asked.
I thought for a second and said "My daughter is getting married this fall."
"Oh! How wonderful! (OK, this is going normally, so far.) What are you wearing?"
And then she proceeded to tell me the story of searching for the dress she was going to wear to her son's wedding a couple of years ago. It was a very long story! And I was being held hostage to the story because she kept pausing while counting out of my cash to share all the details. She was going on and on about the color she chose, and how it wasn't her first choice, but the mother of the bride gets first choice on what color she wants to wear.
"So you won't have any problem with that, because you're daughter is the bride!" she declared.
"Well, actually, there are two brides," I said.
"WHAT?! What do you mean?! TWO brides? What is that? How does that work?" Literally a torrent of questions came at me, all of this ilk.
"It means that my daughter is marrying a woman," I said.
"Oh. Well then. Uh huh..." she said, her voice trailing off.
I glanced over to the teller next to her, who is a millennial, and he is cringing, darts a glance in my direction, then looks down. It was nice that we shared a moment.
My cash got counted out very quickly after that, and I was on my way. Sigh.