Yesterday afternoon I made a quick stop by Target to pick up a few things for a holiday get-together I was attending -- a 10 minute shopping trip at most. It was after work, I hadn't been home yet to see my kids, the skies were dark.
Many lanes were open, lines were short and people were, as usual, anxious to get through check-out to carry on with their own family, to their job, to make dinner.
"Hey" said my cashier as he briefly glanced up from the six items I was purchasing.
"Hi, how's it going today?" I asked.
"Good thanks..." He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. "You know, thanks for asking."
The line behind me quickly grew three carts deep, filled with diapers, a Christmas gift or two, the ingredients for cookies. I could feel the heat of irritated eyes blaring through my head. People were waiting, wrangling their kids, hungry for dinner. They had somewhere to go, someplace to be.
"Well," I responded "we're all people aren't we?"
"Yeah I guess we are. I think we forget that sometimes."