She must have been 80 at least and I'd guess closer to 85. She checked us out on Joanne's first foray out, a visit to Target. She was cheerful and efficient with a warm smile she teased me a bit. Among our purchases was a wastebasket which she used to hold the the other things we bought. No need for a plastic bag, a depression era value that I embrace, a savings for her employer and a stroke for a greener world.
She left me wondering, why is she working? For fun? Out of necessity at an age when one might hope for leisure? Or?
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