You Don't Say

I'm pretty sure I have one of those faces. You know, the kind where people just look at you and think they can trust you with intimate details of their lives? I like this in friendships, but not in instances where I'm minding my own business and strangers unload on me. It's not only weird, but awkward.

Last night I had just entered real estate class and was taking off my jacket to sit down, when the lady next to me unprompted blurts out, 'I got to see my mom in the nursing home today. She actually didn't cry this time when I left." Um, I'm glad? What does one say to this?

Then this morning I was sitting in the waiting room at at Tires Plus when the Pepsi guy who was loading new bottles into the vending machine turns to me and says, "My kids are driving me nuts. My ex-wife has turned them against me." Good heavens man!

I swear I'm in the wrong line of work.