June 14, 2010
I enjoyed being a dork at CVS tonight because my favorite cashier was there, handsome and polite as ever. After getting a Cadbury bar for my dad, I loitered down the soap aisle, clicking open caps on cashmere and cranberry-scented moisturizers--spotting him in my peripheral vision. "How is it going tonight?" he bellowed. "Pretty good," I said, snapping back lids and squeezing. A partially dried clump of cherry blossom conditioner spurt into my face. "Ya'll set?" he asked, relinquishing a bottle of cocoa butter that he was pricing at the register. "All set," I gleamed. It's been real.