Buying a sweater

Interesting weather this week.

A ton of rain.  A ton of wind.  And then, yesterday, winter-like temperatures.

I was out, delivering our papers, when the temperature began dropping.  My sport coat and t-shirt were not doing the trick.

Stopped in at Goodwill and found a really nice Greg Norman sweater for $3.79.

A woman was there, also shopping the men’s sweater rack.

“This is perfect,” I said.  “My size. My color.  My type of sweater.”

It’s gray, and the material (don’t know what) is rather thin.

“I’m looking for an ugly Christmas sweater,” she said.

“You’ve got plenty to choose from,” I said.

And she did.  I’ve never seen so many awful sweaters in my life.

Had to wait quite a while to check out.  The attractive young woman with long red hair on the register was a bit on the slow side. She was taking forever to bag another customer’s items.

I had deliveries to finish, and she seemed to be getting slower and slower.  I admit I was getting impatient.

When she finally got done with the person ahead of me, I was, well, perhaps a little irritated.

She smiled, and diffused my anger quickly.

“Weren’t you a teacher?” she asked.

I was a teacher.  For 24 years.  Two years as a high school English teacher.  15 years as a middle school technology instructor.  And 7 years in elementary school, also with technology.  This was in a different city, and county — from the Goodwill store in which I was now standing.

It felt like it was in a different life.

“I had you in middle school,” she said.  “You were a good teacher.”

All of a sudden I wasn’t in such a hurry.

We chatted for a minute.

I see them often — former students.  It always makes my day.

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