Excuse me, I'm having a "moment"!

I miss people. I went grocery shopping today and I had fun. I used to hate grocery shopping, mainly because I didn’t know where anything was located. Like, who thinks to look for cool whip with the frozen vegetables, I mean really? But it was really good to get out and see people; people I didn’t know but who knew me. I was walking into Walmart and a man walking out had “a moment”. I think it’s the kind of moment where you look at someone you don’t know and somehow deep inside you feel you should know them and then proceed to treat them accordingly. I get treated like this a lot. People seem to feel like they know me but then I do it quite a bit to others too, so it all works out. Anyway, back to the man and his moment. I think he was a little mentally delayed but he totally made my day because he stoped out side of Walmart, right where cars like to drive, and asks me how I am. I told him I was doing splendidly, how was he? He’s splendid too and he’s cold and he can’t wait till spring. Then he continued on his way and I on mine. But it really just made me happy that someone would stop and ask me how I am, someone I don’t know and it’s not their job to ask. I like asking people how they are and I really want to know but it’s an even better feeling when someone asks me.
I went inside and got a cart and I really like shopping with a cart. I never do unless I’m grocery shopping, mainly because it’s dangerous to other shoppers since I don’t like using my hands to steer. I just kinda hook my elbows on the handle and away we go. I found all the things I wanted and even a few I didn’t.
Then I had this great “Sweet!” moment of pulling into the check out line and realizing I knew the person in front of me. It was Miss Sarah, an ex-coworker from the restaurant-she also no longer works there. So I got a hug from another grandma-lady in my life and we talked about Christmas and how we’re doing. Miss Sarah was one of my favorite peoples because she was just great. Some people are like that. One time when we YOUNG waitresses were expressing our surprise over her going to visit a male friend in Savannah, she looks at us like, uhuh, and tells us, “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m dead”.
So as I left Walmart, I was happy I went grocery shopping and sad because things like that used to happen to me everyday. People happened to me everyday. I miss finding friends, ones I have or haven’t met yet. Seeing people and knowing them somehow, kindred spirits according to Anne, makes me think of Heaven. For now, I’ll just call them the “angel moments” among us. Loves and Hugs Sonya