Made my day.

Yesterday I went to work. I always go to work. Any way..

I was doing my job as I do everybody. Around two o'clock, I guess it was, a regular customer came in the store. I work at Family Dollar for anybody who doesn't know that. Well she came in and her eyes widened when she seen me standing at the register. Which is a little surprising since I'm always there. She acted as if she hasn't seen me working in forever. She grabbed a cart and smiled at me.

"Hey girl! How are you?"
I smiled back. "I'm good, and you?"
"Great!!"

Well she went on about her shopping and I went on about my leaning against the counter because I had nothing else to do and I didn't want to stand up anymore. Well, I was still standing but the weight of me was on my arms. Which helps a little. I guess. I don't know. Maybe I was trying to get in trouble. Who knows with me.

A couple minutes later the gentleman that came in with the regular customer, to which I have no idea either of their names, came up and showed me a box of eye drops then smiled at me.

"I'm going to open this and use it. But I AM going to pay for it. I promise!"
I shook my head and smiled back. "That's fine. Go ahead."

He smiled again and walked away. Which left me leaning all alone.

After like ten minutes of staring off into space while I lean and chillax, is that a word?, all of them came trudging up to the counter. The regular customer seemed extraordinarily happy.

"I am so glad you're working today. I just love you to pieces. I told everybody not to let you go."
I giggled, blushed, and giggled again.
"So how are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm doing fairly good. Be doing better if I were at home." I smiled.
She laughed. "I am having a good day. Spending the day with my SON(yes, she put emphasis on the word "son") and grandchildren."
Her son looked at the floor and very quickly walked outside. I didn't pay any attention to it. I never do.
"I'm glad you're having a good day." That was honest. I was really glad she was. Because I wasn't. I like to see people have a good day.

She put all of her stuff on the counter and I began checking them out. Slowly. She looked like she wanted to talk. Lord, was I ever right! She wanted to talk alright. Here is the conversation I had with this regular customer to whom I see all the time.

She watched me for a couple minutes ringing her up. Then slowly lifted her head, as if she was debating on whether she wanted to talk or not.

"Are you married?"
I laugh a little. I always laugh when someone actually asks me that. "No. I'm not."
"Any children?"
I smiled. "Nope. Just little old me."
"How old are you?" She smiles. I am still not sure how I'd explain the smile she had.
I look up at her a little confused. "I'm twenty-one."
"Oh wow!!!" She paused for a moment. "I thought you were so much older than that."
I laughed.
"No, really. You seem so much mature." She smiled.
"Thank you. I grew up quickly as a child." (WHich was true. When I lost my mother I took on her role."
"Do you have a boyfriend." She starts stuttering.. "oh I'm sorry. This is so peronal. Oh, my sons going to kill me."
"No, don't worry about it. It's fine. I don't have a boyfriend."
She smiles. "My son thinks your so cute. Oh how he is going to kill me."

That moment right there. Yes, right there! I blushed. I never blush. It's very hard to make me blush. But I did. Right there.

I don't hear that often. So it made me feel really good to hear it.

Has anybody out there ever been fixed up by a parent of someone else? Or has your parents ever tried to fix you up with someone they liked?

Love until later.