The grocery store clerk who called my bujo a weirdo diary
I was standing in line at the Publix in Florence, South Carolina last Tuesday, flipping through my bullet journal to see if I needed milk. The cashier, this older guy named Ray, leaned over and squinted at my spread of trackers and said, "Is that one of them weirdo diaries where you write down every bean you eat?" I laughed so hard I almost dropped my basket. He kept going, asking if I had a special page for when my dog farts or if I color-coded my bathroom breaks. By the time I paid, he had me explaining habit trackers to three other customers behind me in line who were cracking up too. I still think about that random interaction when I look at my weekly layout now. Has anyone else had a stranger totally roast your journaling system in public?