...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) Four (old) (white) people in T-shirts with various birds on them come through, and they look vaguely familiar.
“We remember you from last year,” says the one, and they refresh me that they’re traveling across the state on their annual cross-country trip, and that they always stop off in our restaurant.
"Oh yes, you do look familiar," I was like.
And, after I comment on their bird shirts, it turns out that many are birders, and I ask them what their most memorable life-sightings have been, one turning out to be something that had been blown off-course and was "making waves" in their local birder community, that you had to go travel and see that now.
2) A (middle-aged) (white) woman who recently moved from the southern part of the state and I get to talking about the sizeable snake migrations around there and if she’s ever seen them, and she says that she hasn’t and she wouldn’t, since the kid of someone she knew once got bitten by a cottonmouth and they had to go around to 2 ERs for the anti-venom and she can’t think of a more nerve-wracking thing to have happen in your life, being bitten and then going to the hospital and they don't have what they need to save you.
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