Yesterday Bob and I made our regular trip to Costco. We were both wearing our Blue Army Caboose hoodies—as we do. Rounding the corner out of an aisle a woman chased us down, shouting, “Excuse me! Can I ask you a question!?” We paused, because we’re nice like that, curious as to what she could possibly want to ask us. “Can I ask you a question? Do you work here?” “Um…no.” “Oh, I thought you… Keep reading…Shopping time…