Today, it’s been over ten years since I was a bag boy at a local grocery
store. On Sunday mornings I held the front door open for our customers
and greeted them. One particular older woman loved me for it. She
actually told me on several occasions that one day I would make a lovely
husband. This afternoon, I walked into that grocery store holding my
wife’s hand and the same old woman was on her way out. She held the door
for us, winked and said, “I told you so.”
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| Holding hands |
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