I approached the man who checks receipts at the Costco exit with a cart full of food and a brain full of to-dos.
“You wanna hear something funny?”
Without waiting for my response, he starts his story, and my first thought is of the dog hair tumbleweeds that I still have to vacuum up before my house guests come later that day. My second thought is of the several more stops I still need to make before going home to the tumbleweeds.
I don’t have time for this.
Then, I see his weathered face come to life as he tells me about “these young fellows working here” who didn’t even know who Johnny Mathis was when he told them he was going to see him perform.
“Can you believe that?” he says. “These youngsters don’t know what they missed out on, do they?”
He chuckles and smiles and pats me on the back like we are old friends.
His story lasted maybe two minutes. Two minutes of my time and attention was all he needed to share something with me that he thought was important or funny or valuable. Two minutes of listening to him brightened his smile and added a memorable human interaction to my day.
Lesson learned, Costco man.
I do have time to listen to your story. For two minutes (or even five or ten) I can hear what you want to share. I will not lose my manners and humanity among the bullets of my to-do list.
Second lesson learned: I will wear makeup to Costco from now on because without it I look old enough to be a fellow Johnny Mathis fan. Though I do know his work, I would have felt better had Guns-n-Roses or Michael Jackson or even Rick Springfield been the point of reference.
For those “youngsters” out there, I present Johnny Mathis singing “Chances Are,” which, I might add, was released in 1957, sixteen years before I was born.
On a side note: I am fully aware that this is my fourth blog post born in Costco.
On another side note: After leaving Costco, I went on to Trader Joe’s and while picking up a can of chopped green chiles from the top shelf, I dropped the can and caught it right before it hit the ground. It was an amazing catch. I looked around to see if anyone saw it and, sadly, no witnesses. I wanted you to know.