Sometimes I have a problem with TMI

Scene. Coffee shop, this morning.

NICE COFFEE SHOP GIRL: Would you like a muffin or anything with your coffee?

ME: Mmmmm .... I'd really love a muffin, but (leaning forward conspiratorially) I have gestational diabetes and I think there's too much sugar in those ... (looking around for other options, seeing none) Yeah, I think just the coffee.

NICE COFFEE SHOP GIRL: (Blink. Pause. Blink blink.) OK, that'll be $3.19.



Honestly. Why do I feel compelled to share that stuff with salespeople? Why?!?!