My wife and I were standing in line at Walmart, when she realized that she’d forgotten to buy cat litter. She left me holding our position in line while she jogged to the back of the store. I stood there minding my own business.
As soon as Jamie left, a young girl joined the checkout line behind me. The girl had two cases of beer, a few koozies, and some flip flops. She initiated a friendly conversation by making an insightful remark about our weather.
I was hesitant to speak to the girl, knowing that my wife would return in a few moments carrying an armful of chemical-free, natural clay.
However, by in large, I greatly enjoy invigorating meteorological discussions, so I gave in, and we chatted. Then, the girl asked me about fishing, and I lost self-control. I launched into an exciting, mostly true tale regarding the largest redfish that I’ve ever grappled.
Be as it may, my epic was cut short when Jamie returned to the checkout-line. She slammed the kitty litter on the counter, and eyed the young girl behind me. The girl must’ve recognized Jamie as a retired cage fighter, because the girl closed her mouth, and took two steps back from me.
Jamie looked at me and smiled – one of those forced smiles.
“We need to hurry,” Jamie straightened my collar. “Remember, we have to pick your daughter up from the parole officer, and then get to your AA meeting.”