Sunday, November 11, 2012

A Very Strange Job

When you are a clerk in a liquor store, you have your regulars. People who come in all the time and who choose the clerk that clicks with them. They seek you out.
Because people need booze and people need empathy. Or a laugh. Or an ear to lean on. Connection.
A woman came through my register yesterday, a regular, I asked her how she's doing, she said not so good, my one month old niece died yesterday and I am on my way to see my sister.
Hint of tears in her eyes, hint of tears in mine.
She walked out and someone immediately came through my register.
I turned, smiled and said "How you doing?"
But my heart was not in it.

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