Strange...

So, today I took my kids to the park. I usually meet my friend Julie but she had some family things to deal with so I went alone. I was sitting at a picnic table watching my kids play in the sand box when this man and his two kids walk into the park. I watch as his kids go and play in the sand box and then he comes and sits at the picnic table with me. The park was empty, plenty of benches and tables to choose from but, no, he chooses mine. First, he says "Oh? It's not eleven, that is why the pool isn't open." (It was a couple minutes after 10). Then, after some small talk about the pool, it was on to his story. For the next hour, I listened to this man talk in detail about his former wife, his daughter, where he shops, cell phones, and where he is hoping to get a job. I didn't know what to do, I felt very strange sitting there but afraid to be rude and move. My kids were playing nice with his so I couldn't use that as an excuse. I don't think he meant any harm, just a single dad with his kids but it was strange. I think about all the times I have been to play lands or parks and see other moms and I don't sit next to them. I purposely keep my distance not because I am unsocial but it is out of my comfort zone. But, anyway, his older son ended up throwing sand at Isaiah and he decided it was time to go. After he left, I packed up my kids and went home. Even though he seemed harmless, I will admit I checked my rear view mirror a few times on the way home and kept my husband on the phone.