Yesterday in the grocery store, I noticed this young guy working there, and asked him where he got his hair cut. Id noticed him before. His neck and arms are covered with tattoos, and he has gauges in his ears, and a cool haircut. When I first saw him, a few weeks ago, I thought how cool it was of the grocery store to hire him without making him somehow tone down the edginess of his appearance. So, anyway. I asked him where he got his hair cut, because I am clueless about where young men get a good, edgy haircut, and I have two sons around this guys age. He grinned and said that, actually, he had to go back to the hood to get a good haircut. Then he gave me directions. I asked him the name of the place, and he moved to the floral counter to write it down as well as the phone number, from a card in his wallet. He asked about my sons, then he asked if they went to church, and told me about his church, which meets at The National (theater) downtown. I told him that Jesse and I went there once (if its the same church), and for me, quiet, with a somewhat Quaker sensibility, it was a little . . . frenetic, but I enjoyed it, and maybe we would go back sometime. We talked a little more, then I went to get apples, and he said, Nice to meet you. It was an enjoyable conversation between two unlikely people. In the same store, I stopped to help a woman whose box of sodas had split, dumping cans, which rolled all over the floor. None of them burst, and another woman, an employee, rushed to help us gather them. Later, wandering the aisles, I saw the employee woman twice, carrying a big bunch of balloons, taking them to attach to some display, I supposed. She made a merry picture, traveling the store with her balloons. It was just grocery shopping, but it was a chance to connect with people. It was pleasant. It feels like the holiday season. :)
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 10:51:01 +0000
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