Sunday, February 19, 2012

Searching for the Gold Car

As I was about to put my key in the trunk of a gold car that was not mine in the King Soopers lot yesterday, I observed an older woman with her car keys and groceries in hand, walking between rows of cars looking anxiously left and right. I went up to her and said, "I just got a younger roommate, and he remembers where the car is every time!"

She smiled and said, "Oh, I just found mine!" Like an Easter egg hunt every time you shop.

A young man watched this whole thing with a smile on his face. An observer, a student of human nature, a novelist, I'm convinced.