My brilliant streak of leaving my wallet in my gym bag on days that I drive all the way out to Wegman’s in Fairfax continues! However, this was one of my favorite trips to the grocery store of all time.
First, I got to use my superpower. I LOVE it when people ask me to reach things down for them from the top shelves. In fact, I actively search for opportunities in the grocery store to just grab and hand without a word like a magical, vertically-gifted fairy. This time, I was selecting celeriac when someone tapped my arm and asked if I could reach a bag of carrots for her. In my heeled boots in which I am just over 6’5″? Why, yes. Yes, I can definitely reach your carrots, my dear, and a very happy Thanksgiving to you.
As I said, I was again wallet-less and cardless, and for whatever reason, my phone number was not registering at the check out. Fortunately, the cashier used his card, and I had $65 in cash on me. Thomas the cashier and I awaited the total with baited breath.
Me: Am I going to make it?
Cashier: You are: $64.13!
Me: No way. You’re kidding me! $64.13? YES! (Happy dance)
Cashier: (Laughing despite working at a grocery store during Thanksgiving week) And you’ve got a whole eighty-seven cents coming back.
Me: I could have bought a candybar!
Cashier: Not quite.
So then I walked out with my $64.13 worth of produce and a big smile. In the covered area outside the exit, a little white-haired lady with a matching big smile motioned me over.
Lady: I just wanted to tell you, you are the prettiest lady I have ever seen.
Me: Oh, thank you! That’s so kind of you to say.
Lady: I’ve just been admiring you as you walked around the store. Your beautiful hair, and your lovely face. I called my daughter to tell her, “I wish you could have seen her.” You are just so beautiful.
Me: Aw! You’re going to make me cry.
Lady: Don’t cry, just praise God, and Happy Thanksgiving.
Me: Well, thank you so much! (Touching her on the arm.) Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.
Did I just get hit on by somebody’s granny at the grocery store? Yes. Yes, I believe I just did.
And then I came home and Flufferella told me. “I love you so much. All around the universe, not an inch missed, and every star connected. That’s how much I love you.” Sometimes life is just poetry. Last day at time-suck job tomorrow. YAY ME!!