We lived in the middle of nowhere, where shopping and such was 40 miles in all directions. Didn't matter where I went, my kids were always, "Dad, you know everyone everywhere!"My DH talks to absolutely EVERYONE we come across. Not exactly a bad habit but super annoying to me, especially when I’m trying to quickly leave a store and he’s carrying on a long conversation with the cashier or he sees a neighbor outside and pulls the car over and talks to them when I just wanna get go where we’re going. Then my bad public habit is looking like a terrible person when I’m elbowing him to stop talking and come on lol.
The kicker was when driving home from Disney and we stopped at the Virginia welcome center/rest stop. Parking lot was above with a long set of steps down to the buildings. I was waiting for them (3 girls including my wife) to come out when I look up and Bill from work is walking down the steps. So my girls walk out of the bathroom to see me talking to someone I know and we're still hundreds of miles away from home yet.
It was funny because that Tuesday I see Bill in the breakroom and he says, "Hey, how did you like that camper that broke down in the tunnel?" It wasn't bad for us, it literally broke down directly in front of us and I was able to pull left and go by. He said he sat staring at the tunnel entrance for 2 hours.