It’s been probably about 38 years since I was a clerk at the IGA grocery store in Fairview, Alberta. Back then, we had to memorize the weekly flier, the specials and make change at the til IN OUR HEADS! Needless to say, no matter how much the manager hoped and how much cheerleading I got from my mentor Cindy, I don’t think that damn til balanced once. What I really wanted to be was a bag boy, but girls didn’t get to be bag boys then. I hadn’t seen Cindy for at least 35 years, but several months ago, out of the blue, Cindy found me on the Internet and sent me an email. She hoped we could reconnect one day. Well, I emailed her back a few weeks ago and said, “Be careful what you wish for!” Cindy and her husband Mark hosted me during my recent book interview trip, and even cheerfully posed for photos with the woman I was interviewing. Everyone deserves a good friend who remembers all the things you’ve forgotten from way back when and who reaches out across those years to say hello.
And just in case she didn’t recognize me at the airport, I brought along my antique IGA name tag.