A Supermarket Friend
June 12, 2019
WHEN I STOPPED IN a nearby supermarket today to get a few things, I asked a clerk who was working in front of the frozen fish case, “Do you know where the flour tortillas are?”
He said yes, and got up from the floor where he was kneeling. I told him he didn’t need to take me there, he could just tell me where they were, but he was off and bounding — with a slight limp — toward aisle 11.
Normally I would know where things are, but I hardly ever go to that store because it’s a little out of the way.
“They’re right down there in the middle of the aisle,” he pointed, but then he followed me to the place.
“See there they are. You can also get taco shells here,” he showed me with obvious pride and enthusiasm, as if he was a tour guide in a museum. “And here is the taco mix and the shells in one box. And here are …”
I interrupted him: “Wow, you know a lot about the things in this store!”
He beamed. “Yes, I do.” Read More »