I am standing at the checkout line at my local Harris Teeter and I sneeze into my arm so that I don’t spread germs all over the woman ringing up my groceries.
I hear “Bless you.” from behind me and say “Thank you.” without turning my head.
The woman asks if I would like my bag of oranges put into another bag, which makes me pause for a second, and I say “No, thank you.”
A few minutes later, a middle aged man in a Harris Teeter uniform comes over to help put the rest of my groceries into bags.
I like Harris Teeter because when I check out I basically hand over the full cart to the check out people and they do the rest. And, this store in particular, is pretty much empty on Monday mornings. Not to mention, their rest room is immaculate, and I always need to use a rest room. Thanks to the birth of my son for that. Mothers will understand what I am talking about.
The bag man asks me if I am the person he said “Bless you.” to and I say “Yes, thank you.”
Then he says, “I don’t know if you know this about me but I was hit by a car, in a coma for a year, and I have no memory.”
“No short term or long term memory?” I ask.
“No short term.” he says.
I tell him that I understand because I, too, know someone with no short term memory.
He shows me his elbow as proof of his accident and says he has no recollection of the event. He tells me he was in a coma for a year, but can’t remember any of it.
“I could have killed a person.” he says says with a smile “because I wouldn’t remember if I did.”
I smile back and say “I don’t think so.”
My bags are ready and so I swipe my card, sign the receipt, and say “Thanks so much.” and “Have a great day.”
I move past him on my way out.
As I do, he turns to me and says “See you for the first time again, next time.”
And I say, “Yes, you will.”