I asked her a question and the following discussion ensued:
Hi, Ms. Smith, you get your Christmas shopping done?"
"Most but I hadn't done anything since before Thanksgiving. I hosted a big gathering over our house.
"You do the cooking?"
She looked at me. "I said I hosted. I don't cook. My husband and son do the cooking."
I smiled. "You remind me of Katie. She hates to cook."
"So, you cook?" she asked.
"Katie never cooks, so yes, I do the cooking. I usually cook enough on Sunday to last us for the next several days so she can eat dinner if I have work late. That way she won't have to do anything more than heat something up in the microwave."
"That's good planning on your part."
"Yeah, it's what she wants so that's what I do. The problem is that this week we were gone so there's nothing in the fridge to eat. Before I asked her that evening if she ate anything for dinner, I knew her answer before I even asked."
"I asked if she had dinner and she told me she did. When I asked what, she told me she had cereal. That's how bad she hates to cook."
Ms. Smith smiled. "She sounds like we are two peas from the same pod. I hate to cook just as much as she does."
And at that point, we parted ways.