Some conversations are really strange, mine and others. There are times when it’s not easy to figure out what to say. Here’s the first one, overheard on the elevator today: A:  Would you like my plants?  I’m moving. B. Sure, that would be great. A. I already gave all the good ones away. Me:  [didn’t say a thing.] You:  What do you say to this? And then last week: C:  Would you like free tickets to this movie? Me:  Sure,…