I don't normally go out to breakfast, but today I had to do one of those fasting blood tests. Since it was also the day the house cleaners were coming, I went out to breakfast after my little stint in the lab. I chose a little cafe in the hospital neighborhood, which does basic breakfast and lunch, and sat down at half of a table for 4 in the back. The joint was jumping; when I walked in that was the only empty table, and as I ate, the tables stayed full.
So I wasn't surprised to be joined. But the whole incident was odd. A stocky middle-aged Asian woman stood next to my table for several minutes, then finally sat down. She was talking under her breath almost continually. She never spoke to me or made eye contact, and never asked if I minded sharing the table. I didn't mind. I did sort of expect to be asked, but not enough to make a fuss over it.
The whole time she sat at the table, she continued her sotto voce conversation - she was looking across the table as if there were someone there. I couldn't hear what she was saying except for an occasional word - and the word I caught was "crazy". I still wonder what was going on.
This is why I like living in cities. If that had been in a small town, I'd probably have known everyone in the place and all their business. In the city, you're never quite sure what's going on.