It was late one evening as I pulled into the local Wal-mart. I approached one of the main entrances. There was a young African-American woman acting as the greeter. A steady stream of customers flowed in and around me. Just as I stepped through the door, I think the greeter lady's break time started. She must love her job, because she just stayed right where she was. However, she readily ignored the customers as they walked past her podium. If she was on break, then it was only fitting that she not speak to anyone. Certainly a full time greeter would need a rest for the old vocal chords. However, she kept her eyes open as I walked into the store. There may have been a fly that flew in just ahead of me. I didn't see the bug, but the greeter lady must have seen it for she followed its every move. The inconspicuous and possibly imaginary insect flew very close to my face and headed in the same direction as myself. Now, break time often equals snack time. The greeter lady must have known this and dropped her jaw in anticipation of the fly's approach. As I strolled by, I disregarded the lady and focused on my shopping. A moment later, I was walking down a wide main aisle. On my right were two ladies, one of which regarded me at length. She also stared at me for awhile. Finally she spoke up. She turned to her friend and suggested that if I were to give her some of my height then things would be fair. I chuckled, but she remained strangely serious. Without any solution to her proposition, I turned away down the next aisle. When I was finished shopping, I headed for the exit. It was in the same place as the entrance but looked strangely different. I noticed that there was a new greeter lady.
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