Puh-lease! It happened AGAIN. Grocery store crying. Something’s gotta give here. I’ve got to change stores. This is getting ridiculous. Last month, my mother and I blubbered all over aisle 6. Today, I walked in and Sanna, who always helps me, said, “I’m retiring tomorrow – come to the party!” Well, blow me over with a feather.
I’ve known Sanna for 25 years. He is most awesome. Originally from Pakistan, he came here to make money for his family back home. He always has a smile on his face, he always asks about my daughters – by name – and their friends, my family, beyond kind. We always talk when I go to the store, I mean, Sanna IS the store. And today he tells me he’s retiring… tomorrow! There’s a big sign posted about his party. Walking up and down the aisles, I could only think about Sanna not standing there smiling anymore. Most of the shoppers were doing the same thing I was, shaking their heads and making sad faces.
I asked Sanna what he was going to do, where he was going ? He said, “Fishing.” I don’t know if that meant Galveston, a lake, the Pacific Ocean – didn’t want to pry. I did get him to give me his address so I can send him cards and check on him. Wow. It is totally weirding me out. I took it for granted that Sanna would always be there. But no. I hugged him so hard about a dozen times. I’m going to miss that wonderful man. Hugged him again, just for good measure, got in the car and cried all the way home.
I’m happy for him, so so happy. He’s worked so hard for so long. He deserves to go fishing. I hope he catches any and everything he wants. Go Sanna! sniff… sniff…sniff….