"Hi, Ms. S," someone greeted me, a little shyly.
I looked up from the pork chops and smiled when I read the store manager's name tag. "Oh my gosh! Marvin! It's good to see you." He had been in my sixth-grade class back in 2001, which put him in his mid-thirties. "How are you? How's your sister, Erika?"
Knowing I remembered him made him smile. "We're good," he nodded.
"And didn't your nephews go through our school, too?" I asked.
"Yeah, but they're both in high school now," he told me.
"Wow!" I shook my head. "Time flies, right?"
He shook his head, too. "Nah," he replied, "I think I've felt all of it. It seems like it's been a long time."
I smiled again and shrugged. "Fair enough. I hope they've been pretty good times."
"Mostly," he said. "I have my hands full, but I can't complain."
I gave him an impulsive hug as we said goodbye.
"Wow," I said to Heidi as he walked away. "He was not that philosophical in middle school."
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