I am at Starbucks the other day, and as I sipped my White Chocolate Mocha, this woman and her husband walked in and sat on the couch just in front of me. I wasn’t eve dropping or anything, neither was trying to be intrusive. Everyone could hear her. She was a that loud. Very casually, she said to her friend, on the phone – “I rear-ended a car this morning. The guy in the other car was a dwarf. So he stepped out of his car, walked over to mine, and said, ‘Mame, I am not happy.’” She said she looked “DOWN’ at him and said, “well, I am not sure which one are you?” Giggles.. giggles… giggles… After laughing a few seconds with her friend, she looked at me, kind of surprised that I was not laughing at her joke, and said, “hey, would you like to take a look at the bug that invaded my pomegranate tree? They are bizarre.” I didn’t want her to hear me say, “no Mame, you are bizarre.” So I …