It was lunchtime. I didn’t feel like going far for something to eat, because it was cold. So I walked to Whole Foods for the salad bar.
I was sitting at a tall table, eating my meal, working on French language drills on my phone and enjoying the music.
I glanced in the direction of the cash registers between a bite of greens and translating a French phrase. There was no one in line. The music was particularly good. And from my vantage point, I could see the two cashiers, staggered, one slightly beyond the other, both with hip caps, smiling faces and groovy shirts that had the same kind of tealish, greenish blue.
As the two of them waited for the next customer, to bide their time, they were nodding their smiling faces to the music, unintentionally in sync with each other. And until that very moment, I didn’t realize that I was smiling, and I was loving the music, and I was bobbing my head exactly in sync with them.