If suggesting that this book be brailled was the only thing I accomplished when I worked for this lovely company, I would be happy. Hopefully it’s not the only thing. But it’s probably the thing I am most proud of.
As she scanned the two bottles of $2.97 wine I was buying, the cash register LED flashed, “Customer Under 40?”. The young clerk looked at me. “When’s your birthday?” she asked.
“April of 1981,” I said. She nodded and continued scanning my groceries. “I can give you ID if you want,” I added.
She said, “No, that’s fine.”
A beat later I ventured, “I’m sure glad I look like I’m under 40 years old!” and laughed.
“Yeah.” The clerk laughed too, then smiled uncertainly. She said, “Are you under 40?”
Apparently it’s been a loooooong week.