I rarely see the usual people anymore. Some of them have retired and gone away. No Tyrannosaurus Elderex to be seen in this light of work, I suppose. It was, thus, a young woman at the checkout counter. Is it a good thing that she is working here? Is this her job or a career itself?
All those thoughts at the same time. It is a wonder that I have not gone insane!
"How has your day been?" she asked as I placed the groceries on the belt.
"I'm tired" I said.
"Me too" she said almost right away.
"We go to work. We get tired. We get food. We go home to sleep" I replied.
"And we wake up to do that all over again" she immediately jumped in. Nice repartee. My kind of a small talk person.
"It is like in the movie Groundhog Day" I smiled.
She nodded her head.
"Have you seen the movie?"
"Oh yeah" she answered as she totaled up the amount.
I paid up. She handed me the receipt.
"We will do this again tomorrow" I said as I pointed a finger at her to remind her about the theme.
"Tomorrow's another day." Damn, she is up to speed on movies and is quick on the draw.
This young woman is neatly replacing the older ones who have retired. It is the story of life as we get old and yield to the younger ones. It is a story that repeats--over, and over, and over, and ...
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