speak my language

i love it when strangers make a comment which leaves me with absolutely no idea how to respond. case in point.

i'm at the coffee shop this morning, wearing a shirt depicting a very cute pig holding a bouquet of flowers. caption-

PLEASE DON'T EAT ME. I LOVE YOU.

a woman looks over at me, glances at the shirt. says:

"i've read that." and smiles politely, waiting for a reply.

um, er..wha'? i got nuthin'.

life is like that sometimes. even with people i know. we fall out of sync. they seem to be talking in apples; while i'm speaking in dryer lint. we hear the words but can't make the connection. it's an odd sort of disconnect. it may be amusing with strangers, but with loved ones i prefer the comfort and security of knowing that we speak the same language.

at least most of the time.