Minneapolis: land of the over-share

As is usually the case on days that I forget my lunch, I ventured over to a little joint called Mykenna's to pick up something to eat this afternoon. It was then that I encountered a woman at the fountain soda who was guilty of a little thing called the overshare.

So I figured I'd ask... does this sort of thing happen everywhere or are midwesterners increasingly guilty of telling random strangers things that they likely have no desire to know?

I'll set the scene. I'm standing there innocently filling my styrofoam (don't even get me started there) glass with ice and getting a little Dr. P. A woman randomly walks up to me... not getting soda or anything... to tell me that her bra strap just broke. She just stood there and told me all about it... how she'd have to fashion some sort of "attaching device thingy" to hold it together for the rest of the day because her size 36Ds couldn't go braless. I stood there doing the ol' nervous laughter routine wishing she would just go away or that my food would be up and I could leave.

I've been slightly uncomfortable ever since.

Maybe I'm just one of those people that others like to divulge that sort of information to, but it happens a lot and now I'm weirded out.