A couple of weeks ago, a customer came through my line who left a lasting impression. An older woman, very short, a little taller than the height of the credit card machine on the platform in front of the register, so 4-foot-something. White hair loosely tied up in a bun, toting a granny cart.
Her eyes downcast, she was quiet and withdrawn. I recognized the signs immediately: she was avoiding eye contact and discouraging interaction. As I attempted to greet her, she waved me off, indicating what I suspected, that she is deaf.
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Young guy places in front of me a six pack of “Go West!” IPA for purchase.
I say, “Oh, the Pet Shop Boys must make this beer.”
“The Pet Shop Boys?” Blankness.
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A man approaches with a striking arrangement of perfect roses in a very pretty and unique vase from our Floral Department. He’s a well-built stocky guy: short, blond, well-groomed, tight t-shirt, bulging muscles. Kind of a classic gym bunny look.
He places the flowers and a box of Fran’s salted caramels down in front of me with sort of a grim look on his face; almost a frown.
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On the first or second day of a 3-4 day forecasted heatwave, with temps expected to rise as high as the mid-90s, two young gentlemen, 12-ish in age, approach my checkstand carrying two YUUUUGE bags of large lemons (32 @ PLU4053), a 5-pound sack of sugar, and a bag of ice (PLU804).
As I’m ringing them up, I look them over and remember the heatwave happening outside; I decide I must have a couple of budding entrepreneurs in front of me.
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When I was 10 months old, I survived a week-long bout of spinal meningitis that left me with a moderate-to-severe hearing impairment. When I was about three or four years old, I was outfitted with my first hearing aids.
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A man is out for a walk in his neighborhood in an affluent niche of Silicon Valley, a lovely historic district home to a vibrant downtown scene, surrounded by loads of charming old homes lovingly restored and maintained, interspersed with attractive new construction here and there. It’s late afternoon on a bright, sunny day.
As he approaches the driveway of a downtown parking lot, a police car screeches out in front of him, blocking his way; he notices a shadow on the sidewalk in front of him cast by a police officer rushing up from behind, shouting at him. Several other police officers run up from different directions, all shouting at him.
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So, today I discovered that someone has created a group on Facebook entitled “Petition Facebook To Raise The Maximum Friends Count.” The number of friends one may have on Facebook is currently capped at 5,000. At this writing, the group has 2,990 members, all of whom are gravely concerned about this limitation on their social networking capacity.
In fact, an active discussion in the forums of this group is, “Why do you think Facebook has a limit of 5,000 friends?”
In reply to this question, the “Top Ten Reasons Facebook Has a Limit of 5,000 Friends”, as compiled by the home office. (With apologies to David Letterman.)
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