@Thomas,
How peculiar, Thomas!
Diane and I went to the grocery store today. Depending on our shopping, we arrive at check out at different times. I was thinking of teeth grinding because I went to the snippy impatient checker with her sidekick, the really bad bag filler.
(I like the rest of the store and people).
So, I was whiling away some time waiting for Diane, lolling about with my cart, and this woman steps up to me and says, I LOVE YOUR SHOES. (The same shoes my next eye surgeon likes, the ones that look like faux pony fur, or some exotic animal.) I stopped considering teeth grinding.