The Individual

I met an individual today
She came up behind me
A short, middle-aged lady
With cigarette-dried skin
And said:
'Whattaya think of vapes?'
I didn't think much of them
I didn't use them
'I dunno.'
'Do ya think they're
Good for society,' she continued
'Or do ya think
They're a chemical weapon
Made by the Chinese.'
That was above my pay grade
So I said:
'I dunno.'
She walked off after that
And I couldn't help think
That she was a weirdo
But then I remembered that
I'm always complaining that
Everyone's the same
And there's no individuals anymore
(Aside from me, of course)
And yet I'd just met one
And turned my nose up
At her

I guess I'm just like
Everyone else