Julie was 40ish, 5’2″, cute, sweet, gentle and even as she walked up to my register I thought she seemed a bit wistful (but I so sometimes make shit up in my head, so I wasn’t sure). I asked her how she was spending her Thanksgiving.
“Just a low-key time at home.”
“Oh, by yourself or with friends?”
“Just by myself.”
I was searching for some element that could make this a positive, life-affirming experience. I asked
“Do you have any little rituals that make the day special for you?”
“No. when I used to eat meat there were things I used to do, but not now.”
(I was not sure what meat-eating rituals there might be, but chose not to follow that one up.)
I was stuck. We were down to her last few items to ring through and there were people behind her. She was keeping on a game face, but I sure got sadness from her. I wanted to do something, but I needed to do it fast.
She gave me just the opening I needed. She asked me,
“Do you have any rituals?”
“Yes, in fact I have a ritual for blessing food that I like a real lot. You could use it if you want – I’ve posted it online.”
Julie brightened right up.
“Oh, I could use a blessing right now – where would I find it?”
“Google ‘Real life in the checkout line.’ Leave a comment about how it worked for you. My email address is in the right column. I’d love to hear from you.”
Julie left with a spring in her step. And I stood taller. I had the highlight for my day.