I usually can't resist talking to clerks, baggers, stockers, mommies with five kids, and checkers in stores. Oh, and anyone who even looks like they are, or should be in college. Like the tall nice girl tending the fresh produce stand at a nearby intersection, who I assumed must be in college. No, she said, I just graduated with a degree in communications. I'm selling corn and strawberries and cantaloupe this summer in the 100 degree plus heat while I'm trying to find a job. Turns out she is from Washington state, and came to Utah on a running scholarship for Utah Valley University.
While leaving Costco and passing my receipt to the check-out lady at the exit door, she asked, as usual how I was doing, and I said, fine, now that I'm done here. But, I said, you get to stay here and check people out for a few more hours. She said, I am so thankful that I have this job. I am just happy I can stand here and talk to people because I am so grateful for this job.