Most people think everyday has basically the same routine. We think this way because we don’t pay attention to what goes on around us. We concentrate on the things we always do, and the rest slips right on by.
At the supermarket yesterday, I saw a man and a woman. They didn’t strike me as a couple, more like a pair, as brother and sister. He appeared about fifty years of age, and she, slightly older. A man with good stature, a graying beard, and a face showing resignation to his fate, more years of sadness.
The woman, prone to obesity, with the appearance of limited finances, wore an angry face, which seemed a permanent feature.
The man pushed the grocery cart, while the woman barked commands.
“Over here. Don’t go there. Don’t touch that.”
And the most revealing.
“You’re lucky you’re with me.”
He said nothing, slowing pushing the cart from aisle to aisle, perhaps listening with unhearing ears. I wonder, when he awakes in the morning, does he roll over and think, “Yes, it’s still me. It’s not all a dream.