Yesterday, in line for checkout at a store, a woman came up behind me and asked me how much the three red pillows I was buying were. I told her and somehow we began a conversation. I told her they were more expensive, because they were scotchguarded and I had two very dirty dogs. She said she had an eight year old granddaughter. I exclaimed I had an eight year old granddaughter. She asked where I'd found the pillows and I directed her diagnally across the store to the back in the garden section. Not the decorator pillows, I warned her, with the outside furniture. And off she went.
Not a profound conversation. Yet I felt like we'd made a connection, and if I hadn't been in line and she hadn't needed to find those red pillows, we might have sat down at the coffee place at the front of the store and chatted for hours.
Sounds silly, but she liked my pillow choice, and I was eager to help, and then we both had those granddaughters and could have gone on and on about them. I love the random encounter, because it reinforces my belief in the interconnectedness of all of us. We found common ground. She brightened my day and made a boring shopping trip interesting. I had a smile on my face as I left. And I smiled again last night when I saw those new pillows on my TV room couch.
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