But, hey, at least this time it wasn't right before a job interview!
This morning, the cab driver taking me to the airport started the conversation asking me if I'm a psychiatrist. No? Social worker? Teacher? Nurse? No, to all of the above, I told him, but people do tend to end up telling me their life stories. True to form, halfway through the drive, he observed that he was doing exactly that, and then spent the rest of the drive trying to figure out what it is about me that inspired him to do so. I think it's just that I was too tired to engage in conversation, so he got to talk all he wanted. He said it's because I seem "nurturing".
California, here I come!