Yohan and I were at Sam's club yesterday. It's honestly our first time. We've always gone to Costco. I'd say it's a nice birthday present from my boss. She applied for my membership.
We've been there for two hours! Yohan preferred the benches there than in Costco. She asked why we've never gone there before. So I told her we were not members before.
I had to look over our cart, so Yohan went in line to order our food before we went home. She liked the idea of having Icee Pepsi every time we're there.
We had a cartful of items that I had to text my hubby not to get mad at me. But that's not really why I'm writing this. When I was looking for socks for Jeff , there was an old man browsing through them as well. I estimated that he's an Octogenarian. He looked well , fit and strong to be in the store to be honest. He was holding this wool socks. I could tell it was of good quality. $16 for 4 pcs when I looked closely. I stared at him and what he was doing and started becoming teary eyed. I remember my father. I would have bought him those very socks had he been alive today. I paused for a moment and realized I probably looked creepy. I was seriously contemplating walking up to him and offer to buy it for him. So I whispered to Yohan what I was thinking. When the old man left I touched the socks as if I had every intention of purchasing it. So I got teary eyed once again.
I told my husband what happened that evening. He always had a knack for making me smile. He told me " you're going to buy it for him, he probably has more money than you". He was right. I didn't even pay for my own membership.
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