Friend I’ve Never Met

I go grocery shopping early on Sunday mornings. There’s no crowd to deal with. Nothing I hate more than a crowd. The only people around are the stockers. They don’t want to talk, they’re working. I see the same ones every week. I don’t talk, they don’t acknowledge me. My perfect world.

Going about my business of looking at everything, I get to the bread aisle. A lot of activity starts. Air is moving with sounds and color. I’m getting closer to the corner and a guy steps out. He moves the skids out of my path and I said, “Thanks, man”. He comes back, “Alright, Mike”.  I’ve never seen him before, he doesn’t look at me like the others. “How do you know my name? Avoiding eye contact as he worked he said “we’ll meet”…

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