Seriously, you'd think I don't ever talk to anyone except in the grocery store. My life--charmingly real or hopelessly loser-ish? You decide. No, I will. But I digress.
So yet another post that begins, so I'm talking to the cashier in the grocery store. She's one of my FAVORITES. She is always excited to see Hugo, though I'm pretty sure she doesn't remember his name because she always says, hi, guy! And that's totally cool with me because she is great. Anyway, she was all, he's gotten so big! And he's all, I'm TWO! I'm going to the BEACH! And she's all, this is my fifth year here and I never knew that part of my job would be watching kids grow up. And I'm all, yes, I remember you from when I was big and pregnant. She totally didn't, but she was polite. And I'm all, I was sort of a pain at the end there, I always asked for help out to the car with my groceries.
And then I see the guy that used to help me out to the car. You know, the ones that bring in the carts and help pregnant ladies with their bags? Wearing a reflecty neon vest for the whole shift because they spend so much time in the parking lot? And I'm all, ha ha me and that guy were buddies there for awhile. And she's all, oh him? Did you know he's a multi-millionaire?
So apparently this guy made a ton of money in manufacturing or some such, and then he retired, and then was widowed, so came to work taking groceries out. He even tried to quit for awhile and go be a man of leisure in the southwest with the golfing and whatnot but that didn't last long, and now he's back. He takes good care of us, she's all. We need him and he needs us.
I'm just so in love with this story. This is, like, a STORY, you know? Someone should write about it. Maybe I should have been a reporter, the end.