Someone I met today was an occupational therapist. We didn't really talk much about his occupation though. I was doodling an elephant when he insisted that the snout was longer.

"Do you work with elephants?"
"Oh no, not at all. I'm telling you though, the trunk is way longer than that."

We looked it up and agreed that it should be longer.

"So what do you do?"
"I'm an occupational therapist."

He was a tan gentleman a few inches taller than me. He had a sunny disposition, and his skin matched the sun that radiated from the outside. His cap hid the strands of white hair on his head, contrasting his playful demeanor.

"I can see that from the pin that's on your hat. But what's the Sturgis Rally?"
"It's a 3 day motorcycle drive that goes from Las Vegas all the way to South Dakota. We drive for 10 hours in a day, from 7am to 5pm. We've stopped over in Wyoming, looped through Montana, and..."

He continued to drone on for a bit. I kind of was spacing out because I had to pay attention to what was going on around me.

"Sorry, that was kind of long. I'm sure you didn't want to hear that."
"No it's ok, I mean I did ask you about it."

He and I shared a laugh. It's cool what communities you join doing things that you liked. Turns out, he was looking to move to the mainland, possibly LV, for one reason or another. The motorcycle riding also explained why he was so tan.

Sometimes though, I just have to remember some of the people I talk to aren't very good at telling stories. Though, the fact that they feel comfortable sharing is a good enough reason to listen.