This is just a moment I had that I wanted to share.
I currently work at a grocery store third shift, stocking shelves. I’ve been designated to 3 aisles in particular and am getting to know them by heart. The first one I do each night has, among other things, Olive Oil. An older looking gentleman, maybe about late 50’s, a bit scruffy and in a jean jacket walked onto my aisle and began scanning the Olive Oil rack with that face of concentration that can only be described as a “Clint Eastwood scrunchy face”. After a few moments he made his selection and carried on in my direction. As he was making his selection though, I had the strangest feeling he was going to ask me a question, and by pre-judging this gentleman (as I am prone to doing) I thought he would specifically ask the question “what’s the difference between Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Regular Olive Oil.” But…I know that it’s wrong to judge people at first glance so I think nothing of it.
He approaches, and I move my cart out of his way. As he passes he grabs the edge of my cart and leans on it. We make eye contact and he stares me down for a moment before speaking.
“Honest question..” He says
“Ok” I respond.
“….what’s the difference with Extra Virgin Olive Oil versus regular oil?”
I can’t fucking believe it. I’ve had plenty of vivid dreams of people I’ve never met that eventually came true, but that’s a topic for another post. This craziness felt like some mind reading shit. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“I think they run it through the press a few more times? All I know is it’s good for your heart and I use it a lot for cooking cause my Dad uses it.”
His question astonished me, but his response was nothing short of living up to the characterization I had given him at first glance:
“Oh damn. I was really hoping the whole young virgin girls crushing olives with their feet was true.” And as he walked away, down the aisle and off to wherever this fantastic specimen of the human condition needs to go next, he said ” some dreams are meant to die I guess…..”
I imagine his name is Steve, and that he works in construction of some sort.
Goodbye for now Steve.