I saw a former student at the grocery store yesterday; he was working as a bagger. He greeted me heartily and asked if I was still at the same school.
"Yep," I assured him.
"You must see my mom all the time then!"
I was stumped. "Who's your mom?" I asked.
"The cafeteria lady!" he told me. "She's been there for a few years."
I don't really get down to the cafeteria very much at all, and I sheepishly reminded him that my room was tucked away in a corner where I don't often see many people.
He smiled agreeably, but an awkward silence fell as the cashier finished ringing up my order. "Did your mom enjoy her days off because of the snow?" I asked brightly, in an attempt to end the conversation on a happy note.
"Not really," he said. "If she doesn't work, she doesn't get paid, and she needs the money."
I nodded sympathetically, wished him well, and pushed my cart full of groceries toward my car. I don't think I'll ever look at snow days quite the same way again.
"Yep," I assured him.
"You must see my mom all the time then!"
I was stumped. "Who's your mom?" I asked.
"The cafeteria lady!" he told me. "She's been there for a few years."
I don't really get down to the cafeteria very much at all, and I sheepishly reminded him that my room was tucked away in a corner where I don't often see many people.
He smiled agreeably, but an awkward silence fell as the cashier finished ringing up my order. "Did your mom enjoy her days off because of the snow?" I asked brightly, in an attempt to end the conversation on a happy note.
"Not really," he said. "If she doesn't work, she doesn't get paid, and she needs the money."
I nodded sympathetically, wished him well, and pushed my cart full of groceries toward my car. I don't think I'll ever look at snow days quite the same way again.
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