A Casual Conversation At Wal-Mart

Yesterday I made a trip to Wal-mart in search of a B-12 supplement to help with the salt problem. A 60-ish year old man was already perusing the vitamin aisle when I arrived. As I stood comparing two different brands of B-12 tablets, he shook a bottle of Vitamin-C chewable tablets at me.

"Wish they made these in 1,000 milligrams," he said. "Wife can't swallow pills so I have to get her these to chew." He shook the bottle vigorously in my direction. 

"Yes, that would be nice," I replied. 

"One-thousand milligrams," he repeated. "Do you take vitamin C?"

"I don't," I said. "I'm bad about taking vitamins in general. I need to get better about that."

"I take a daily Centrum," he said. "Every day. And I take vitamin-C. Best thing for you. Can't go wrong with vitamin-C." He peered at me. "You don't take it?"

"No," I said. "But I'm sure I should." 

"Best thing. Centrum and vitamin-C."

I'd found what I needed. "Well, good luck," I said, leaving the aisle.

He waved. "Same to you. We all got to figure this out." 

The conversation has stuck with me. I don't know why. Just one of those random interactions that made me smile.  

The Married Life: A Moment

We're in the car this morning, pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot. I'd been flipping through radio stations and started to punch past one when Blair said, "Oooh, that' Steely Dan," so I let it play. For about 1 minute. That's all I could take. Twang-twang-screech-twang-screech. I reached over and changed stations.

"Sorry," I said. "That just goes to the base of my spine." 

Blair heaved a sigh. "I know, sugar," he said. "Anything that brings me happiness goes to the base of your spine." 

♥ The dude cracks me up. ♥