I was standing in line in the grocery store this afternoon, the clerk was making small talk with the customer ahead of me.
"Cold enough for you?"
The twenty-something year old man laughed and explained he was only visiting our area, he serves in the Forces out of a base in Cold Lake, Alberta, and if you REALLY want to talk about cold....
I had to jump in. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but thank you."
Quizzical look towards weirdo lady behind him.
I explained again. "Thank you for what you do. It's important. It lets me live the way I do." Slowly, like talking to a child, knowing full well that the only real issue is that this CHILD has never had someone say this to him before.
He suddenly understood me. "Shit. I mean, you're welcome. It's my pleasure." And a shy smile.
"No, I doubt that, but you do it anyway."
And then he grabbed his bags of bread and oregano and green beans, and walked out of my life forever.
But I will remember him.
And I bet he will remember me.