Register 3: CLOSED
Walking into the Marshall's I had a mission. I was there to pick up more coated hangers for my closet. I have fallen in love with them because they prevent my clothes from slipping off. Boy, did I luck out. A pack of twenty five and a pack of eighteen were on clearance! Since they were in my grasp quickly, I headed to the registers.
There I stood waiting in line like everyone else until I heard, "Register 3. Please proceed to Register 3."
Placing the hangers on the counter, the woman looked up and as she told me what I owed her, she said, "Did you ever work in a bank?"
Nodding and smiling at her, "Yes, I did."
"Is your name JP?'
Shutting the light on her register, she smiled broadly. "You look the same JP! You haven't changed at all."
My mind, although slowing with age, quickly recalled her voice. (I'm very good at voices!) She worked in my branch when I was an Assistant Manager. Holy moose-poops that was back in 1985!
After chatting for about fifteen minutes but before I left, I told her that I was surprised she remembered me to which she replied,
"JP, everyone remembers the good ones."
Darn, seeing Lynn made me feel like the Grinch as I walked to my car.
My heart grew three sizes that day!