My buddies and I pooled our resources to buy supplies for watching the Alabama-Notre Dame game tonight [Go Irish!], and since I'm hosting, I had to do the shopping. I pick up some inexpensive chips and soda and for the drinkers, a 12-pack of cheap beer, and head for the checkout aisle.
You know you've been shopping at the same store for a while when you start getting to know the clerks.
My favorite tag-team was working today, a pair of middle-aged women. "D" was the checker and "E" the bagger. "E"'s brain doesn't function quite as well as a normal human's, and she has a progressive medical condition that is gradually weakening her physically, but she's very nice, always has a smile on her face, and bags both reasonably quickly and very carefully. She and "D", who's equally nice, always work together.
"E" seems like she's in even a better mood than normal, so as I'm paying, I ask about it.
Me: "D, why is E so happy today?"
D [whispering]: "Her [medical condition] worsened suddenly. She has 2 months to live."
Me: [blanches and gives D a puzzled look]
D [whispering]: "Her parents died 10 years ago. She told me she's looking forward to meeting them for the first time in a decade."
I nod. As I'm collecting my bags, I turn to E.
Me: "D says you're looking forward to visiting your parents."
E: "Yes. I will see them soon, and stay with them."
Me: "I'll miss you when you do."
E. "You're very nice. I will stay with them forever! I'm very happy."
I collect my bags, wheel my cart out, and think that if E can be happy when she's got 2 months to live, my own problems aren't so bad...