Even my ovaries didn't care

I was at work yesterday when this guy comes in to pick up a book titled Call of Duty. The author is a local man who served with the Band of Brothers. Anyway I brought up that my husband was in the Navy like I always do. I am very proud of Eric. Well this man whips out a "Veterans for McCain" business card and invites us to a rally. Yeah I'll be there with bells on. I explain that I am not voting for McCain and as I try to continue speaking he interupts and says "Well I know your husband is". Then he goes on and on about his Russian wife (did he get her out of a mail order catalog?) just had to hear about abortion and gay marriage to know McCain was the perfect man for president. WTF? He tells me all about how their child is an IVF baby and he KNOWS life begins at conception. He told me he knows more about hormones, menstual cycles, and ovaries too. Again WTF? I'm sorry but we are in a public bookstore. I don't want you to share personal details of your life with me. It was probably your tard sperm that couldn't do the job. That should have told you something right there. Nature didn't want you to breed. I mean really people. Why would this guy feel it necessary to share these thoughts with a complete stranger in a store full of complete strangers? And let me tell you his voice was not an indoor voice. I almost said Colin be quiet just out reflex. It is amazing to me the amount of personal information some people are willing to put out to public. I am sure you have all been in a situation where you have met that type of person that after 15 minutes you know WAY too much about them already. Seriously I don't want to know you that well yet. I don't need to be your bestest friend right off the bat. I like to get to know people gradually. It's fun uncovering the little idiosyncracies about my friends at odd times. Those times help build memories. So please people, for the love of all that is good in the world keep your personal stuff to yourself and do not tell it to the world. At the very least do not tell it to a certain bookseller at a Borders in Burlington.