Humans fascinate me. Everyone has something interesting about them. It may explain why the introverted me somehow finds a way to chat up a stranger and get their whole family history out in a matter of minutes. Like this one time driving with a friend through Utah. We happened at a gift shop run by a young man. Before you know it, I was deep down his Mormon family history with an army of aunts, uncles, cousins, and juicy details. "But my brother and I are not THAT kind of Mormons," he said. "We don't have multiple wives."