Went into town earlier, ducked into a grocery store to pick up two or three items. As the express cashier rang me out, an older gent looking to be around 70 years of age got into line behind me -- grizzled, face weathered, hair sparse and white, expression dour. Not scowling exactly, but not smiling either.
I finished up, grabbed my bag, the cashier turned to the gent, said a cheerful, "How are you?"
"Sweet," he answered. "Kind. Tender, gentle, lovable." He was still going on like that as I stepped out the door and out of earshot.
España, te echo de menos.
rws 6:46 PM [+]
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