This morning I was at Sam's Club doing the "big run" as I call it. That means hoarding a food supply for my two growing boys and other various and sundry items. As I went to the checkout area, I chose one particular line, not because it was the shortest, but because the middle aged guy working the register was wearing a Santa hat. Something in my gut just told me he had an awesome attitude.
Damn if I wasn't spot on!!!! Amongst my industrial sized case of dog food, laundry detergent, meat and tampons, were a few bottles of wine. As the guy in the Santa hat rang up the first bottle of wine, he looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "Dear, you sure don't look 21 so I'm going to have to ask for your ID". I looked at his name tag and said, "You just made my holiday Robert". I handed over my ID and he studied it, and then he looked back at me and said, "Really?" I replied, "Yep, I've been around the block a few times." Robert replied, "Hell, I built the block". Then I gave a good ol' belly laugh. He asked if anyone ever told me that I had a great laugh. I told him people have mentioned it once or twice in my 21 years. That caused him to laugh, and we struck up a lively conversation right there in the Sam's check out line.
Robert was one of those random people you meet and just instantly like. I told Robert I would be back at quittin' time and we could unscrew the cap on one of my bottles of wine and share another laugh or two. I can wear my Santa hat with the crazy lights, drive my Sequoia with the reindeer antlers and a red nose in front right back on over to Sam's Club just in time for happy hour!