Thursday, June 23, 2011
Random conversation at grocery store between myself and a young 20 something male cashier.
Me: How's you day going?
Him: Not so great.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that.
He continues to ring up my items and bag them while I observe his young, troubled face. He looks like he might have been crying earlier. This breaks my heart.
As I'm signing my credit slip I say to him:
Me: Is there any chance of your day improving later?
Him: Maybe when my paycheck hits my bank account at midnight.
Me: Hang in there. I hope tomorrow's a better day for you.
He gives me a sad look that speaks volumes.
I exit the grocery. Put bags in car. Worry briefly about the young man and what his troubles might be. I might have asked him if there hadn't been other people behind me in line. I hope he's okay.