This past Thursday, at 6:50AM, I found myself standing in an empty grocery store, at the only open check out, wearing flip flops, shorts, and old tee shirt and a baggy, brown fleece over shirt with my only purchase- a bag of grapes. A moment of self awareness washed over me causing me to laugh out loud in front of the clerk.
He gave an uneasy smile and I moved along with my sack of grapes.
Now, aside from attire, facial fuzz, carpentry skills (see above) and a willingness to go our own way, the Dude and I don’t share much in common. But for that moment fiction merged with reality and a forgettable moment is now fixed in time. Maybe not so off topic after all?
For what it’s worth, I was in the store that early because I’d just dropped my son off at school and the grapes were for an artists coaching session I was facilitating later that morning.
Hope the Dude abides.
