357magster
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... don't take them for granted! You never know how long they'll be around.
I am an early bird ... up before the crack of dawn.
My wife is a night owl ... she usually comes to bed about four hours before I get up.
So, to preserve "togetherness time" and to be efficient, I do the grocery shopping solo ... early mornings. No traffic ... nobody in the store ... and my wife is asleep so she can't stop me from buying Oreos.
Having done this for over a decade, I have developed relationships with the cashiers. We share details about our lives and actually care about each other. I call them "my girlfriends" ... and my wife doesn't mind. She knows them and they know her. We have shared information about births, marriages ... and now death.
A couple of months ago, Faith wasn't at work. She was a delightful person who turned a mundane chore such as shopping into a real pleasure. I called her the "Water Nazi", as she always spotted the pack of water bottles on the bottom rack of the shopping cart before I could tell her that they were there. (Like I was trying to sneak them through unnoticed.) She had an ever-present infectious smile ... and an absolutely delightful African accent.
Faith was missing in action for several weeks. Jen, another of "my girlfriend cashiers", whispered to me that Faith had problems. She didn't have much information, but she heard that Faith was depressed and had emotion issues. I had noticed a change in Faith the last few times I saw her behind the checkout counter ... she was not herself.
Well, today I found out why. She just died of an inoperable brain tumor. Only 49 years young.
Now, some might say why get choked up about a grocery store cashier.
She was a friend and a wonderful human being.
Rest in peace, Faith. You will be missed.
I am an early bird ... up before the crack of dawn.
My wife is a night owl ... she usually comes to bed about four hours before I get up.
So, to preserve "togetherness time" and to be efficient, I do the grocery shopping solo ... early mornings. No traffic ... nobody in the store ... and my wife is asleep so she can't stop me from buying Oreos.
Having done this for over a decade, I have developed relationships with the cashiers. We share details about our lives and actually care about each other. I call them "my girlfriends" ... and my wife doesn't mind. She knows them and they know her. We have shared information about births, marriages ... and now death.
A couple of months ago, Faith wasn't at work. She was a delightful person who turned a mundane chore such as shopping into a real pleasure. I called her the "Water Nazi", as she always spotted the pack of water bottles on the bottom rack of the shopping cart before I could tell her that they were there. (Like I was trying to sneak them through unnoticed.) She had an ever-present infectious smile ... and an absolutely delightful African accent.
Faith was missing in action for several weeks. Jen, another of "my girlfriend cashiers", whispered to me that Faith had problems. She didn't have much information, but she heard that Faith was depressed and had emotion issues. I had noticed a change in Faith the last few times I saw her behind the checkout counter ... she was not herself.
Well, today I found out why. She just died of an inoperable brain tumor. Only 49 years young.
Now, some might say why get choked up about a grocery store cashier.
She was a friend and a wonderful human being.
Rest in peace, Faith. You will be missed.
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