I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
So I work at a pet hospital, and we got a sick chameleon today that we had to treat. Needless to say we got a little attached to her and named her Susan. Her pillow was a cotton ball, her blankets were gauze squares and her head-warmer was a top of a glove filled with water. :)