You are always there. You look like my friend’s mom. You don’t seem overly jubilant, which I totally get. However:
You always talk to me. You always ask or comment about something I’ve bought. We chat. You are not crazy. In fact, the old me would write about how annoying you are and how I am in a hurry dammit and cut the small talk, Lady.
But what I want to say to you right now is I love you. I love that you engage me. I can tell that the people behind me in line do not share this love. I don’t care. You are making the most of your day, and by doing so, have made a lasting impression on me.
The next time I see you, I will learn your name and I will maybe even creepily hug you. Because right now, we all need to reach out to everyone, appreciate that this life passes by pretty damn quick, and there is nowhere any of us need to get to so badly that we ignore our sameness, our ability to interact, our humanity.
For everyone behind me in the proverbial Target line, if you have posted recently about “be kind to each other” or “love wins” or whatever the Facebook sentiment of the day is, this is where it starts. It starts with me. And you.