—Daily Grind—
8 O’Clock Sharp.
I pull into the local “DG” and park.
One of the regular vendors, who has finished his job, is helping the Manager to put out the “Outside” inventory. Things such as “Baby Pools,” Hoola-Hoops,” and “Potting Soil.”
I walk in.
While I get my items, I hear the Manager and the Vendor laughing and “Chit-Chatting” as they put out the inventory.
I grab my items and head to the front.
At the front, the Vendor is purchasing a Mother’s Day Card and several Long-Stem Roses.
“This card is sweet! She’ll love it.” The Manager says to the Vendor.
“Yeah, I thought it was sweet, too. Just like my Mama.”
He pays his bill, gets his items, and then hands the Manager a Yellow Long-Stem Rose.
“And a Happy Mother’s Day to you as well,” He says to the female Manager.
“Aw. So sweet. Thank You! And it’s Yellow. How’d you know Yellow was my favorite color?” She asks him.
“I pay attention,” he replies with a nice smile on his face.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Made my day.”
“Well, I gotta go to my next stop. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Yep. See ya on Monday.”
I place my items on the counter. “I didn’t know you had children.”
“I have three!”
“Oh wow. I didn’t know. No wonder you’re always working your butt off.”
“Yeah! They gotta eat. And I don’t qualify for Food Stamps.”
“Well, Happy Mother’s Day to you.”
“Thank You,” she replies, and I get my items and walk out.
Outside, a female is sitting in the car next to me. I notice her as I hop into my vehicle.
She is blowing on her fingernails, shaking her hands, and trying to dry her nails.
“She must’ve got her nails done this morning,” I think to myself.
And I know she’s not about to open her car door and go inside until her nails are dry.
The Vendor is now in his delivery truck punching numbers into his Hand-Held Tablet. He’s holding a pencil in his mouth.
He takes the pencil out of his mouth to write something down.
A man pulls into the parking lot and parks on my other side.
When he gets out, I see that he is wearing his work uniform.
He runs inside to get some “last minute” items he needs.
“Everyone is doing their ‘Daily-Grind,'” I think to myself, and I crank up and drive off.
