I was buying cheese at the deli department of my local supermarket. Several other customers were behind me, when I heard someone say, “May I have some paper towels please.” The deli man handed the paper towels over the counter, and a tall silver-haired man, stepped forward from behind me and took them. I turned around and watched him bend down and wipe up a spill on the floor behind me. As I lifted my eyes, I noticed another woman watching him too.
As I didn’t hear or see the spill occur, I asked her, “Did he do it?”
“No, some little kid dropped it from a sippy cup,” the woman, who was about my age, said. The child was nowhere to be seen.
She and I looked at each other, smiled, and shared an unspoken, “This guy is a keeper.”
I spoke first, “Some woman is a lucky girl.”
She said, “I don’t know if my husband would have done that.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
I’m guessing that the same thoughts that flashed through my mind also flashed through her mind as we went about the day’s business. We were probably thinking about the men in our lives, our fathers, our husbands, our sons. Yes. I nodded in agreement when she commented about her husband; but, I did that just to be congenial. I like to think that my men would have done the same thing as the good looking stranger in the supermarket.