So, I'm at my register at work during a lull, waiting for someone to decide to buy something, when this woman comes up to me. She doesn't have a carriage or basket on her, so it isn't like she's about to buy anything. No, she wants to know how old I am.
Me: 19, but I'm almost 20
Me: In July
Her: When in July?
Me: The 26th
Then she leaves. That's it. She wanted to know my birthday. I still have no idea why. I'm secretly hoping she'll get me a present.