Gabriel and I trekked out to HEB early this morning to “make groceries” (anybody else heard of that term by the way?). On our way back out to the car, the door greeter–an elderly man who I soon learned was from Saudi Arabia–insisted he help me get my groceries into the car.
He talked so constantly and made me laugh so much that he pretty much made my morning. He talked about everything from his opinion that Houston is behind the times because they won’t let him build a Saudi-style, 5-bedroom house out of concrete (“They insisted I have at least 50% wood in my house!), to his exasperation with how the grocery store always bags liquor purchases in brown paper bags (“It’s from those damned Prohibition days!”).
You just never know who you’re going to meet in a day…
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