Magic in Aisle Twelve

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Nothing earth-shattering.  Just a little magic at the grocery store today.  You never know where you are going to find it, or it finds you.

So a day or two ago I was thinking, wouldn’t it be fun to run across someone new, who I had an instant upbeat connection with.  You know, the kind of person who laughs at my jokes.

Someone who would really get my humor.  Because let’s face it, sometimes we think we are pretty funny,  but our friends may just be ‘humoring’ us on that.

And we probably are pretty funny, because we wouldn’t have survived thus far in this crazy-ass ascension process if we took life too seriously.  But humor is like art.  It’s subjective.  One man’s joke is another man’s eye-roll.

But, I mused, it would be so much fun to just laugh and laugh with that person.  Someone who triggers my funny bone.  And vise versa.

It was an entertaining thought, but then, as with most thoughts, I let it go.  It certainly wasn’t something I was actively searching for.

So, as I was wandering down the candy aisle at Publix today, there was a guy stocking shelves.  I was reaching for the dark chocolate and he said, “hi.”  I said “hi” back, and within seconds we were exchanging lively conversation with lots of mutual “Right?  I know!! That’s crazy!!! acknowledgements and belly laughs.

This went beyond the typical, obligatory clerk and customer salutations.  It was a real animated connection.

In fact, mid-conversation I blurted an enthusiastic, “I like you!”  That’s not something that comes out of my mouth often, especially with a virtual stranger.  He responded in kind, and we felt locked in a exuberant dance of quips and giggles.

He confided that he wasn’t able to be so open with most people he encounters because they seem…..closed off.

He shared how Publix has become more corporate, and profit-focused at the expense of employee benefits,  taking away their long history of bonuses.

It was the perfect segue and it turned into a lively conversation about how we live in a corporate government, and naturally there was a lot of material to guffaw about.

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It was a fun, no-expectations, no-obligation, no-commitment transaction.  Just an in-the-moment experience.  No need to recreate it with each other at another time or place.


He mentioned how great it was to live here in such a warm climate. Considering he spent his entire adult life up north, in Iowa.  He smiled widely as he said the state’s name.   Just me repeating the word back to him in the form of a question, “Iowa??” is all it took to launch into more laughing.  There was just this amazing natural flow.  A rare and precious connection that we both seemed to appreciate.

But, the conversation began to wind down.  After about fifteen minutes with each other it felt, to both of us, that it was time to move on with our day, and our respective lives.

He was the delivery and shelf-stocking guy in the snacks aisle.  He said he’s there every Thursday, between ten and eleven a.m. in aisle twelve.   He reiterated before we parted ways, “…..remember, that’s ten, eleven, and twelve.”  I thought that was really clever.

But, if we never meet up again, it wouldn’t matter.  It was the fulfillment of a simple, I wouldn’t even say, request, because I didn’t need it to happen.  That’s probably why it did happen.

Again, in the scope of things, not a remarkable event, not life-altering, but definitely fun.  Even a little magical.

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Imagine doing this at your local grocery store……



25 thoughts on “Magic in Aisle Twelve

  1. Annette

    I just loved this story My Maria! Every now and then I run into someone like this, and It is just SO darn fun, and refreshing! AND, sometimes it is ‘Earth Shattering’, especially given this “Crazy ass Ascension process”!!!!!!!! Lol, I think I’m pretty funny, yet I’m sure many would not agree, but who gives a flying tutu, not I 😆
    Peace, Love, and Lots of Laughter my friend! xoxo💞

  2. Annette

    P.S. That Super Market Freedon Dance……awesomeness!! After a couple glasses of wine….I think I could pull this off!!!!!💃🏿🍷😎

    1. My Annette…..after a couple of drinks, I would not be responsible for what I pull off, maybe a flying tutu….Hahaha….but, I hope you do a little dance next time you go to the market. I want a full report! 🤙💕💕

  3. elizabethsadhu

    Love this! I love it when that happens. I had one of these one time in the train and we talked for 7 hours straight. Heehee.

    I love this guy at the super market. I have seen him do the subway.

    After a weekend of dancing, we danced for about 14 hours total, I am completely blissed out.

    Thank you beautiful friend. I love you!

    I love us all.

    Beautiful kindreds…..♥️♥️♥️😅♥️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉


    1. Annette

      Perfect Elizabeth!!!!!
      I love us all too, and YES! Beautiful Kindreds Indeed❤️❤️💃🏿❤️💃🏿❤️💃🏿❤️❤️

      1. elizabethsadhu

        We have friends who do that, also. On the sidelines while watching. And we know a caller who flatfoots while he calls. ♥️♥️😀😀😀😀

  4. Barbara

    Super supermarket stories.. yes, it does happen and when it does, oh wow, the feeling… gosh, someone laughed, someone danced, someone got it… riding the wheel indeed… ascension symptoms have been off the charts for yours truly and I sense for many others, but hey, I’d rather be a flat-footer than a flat-liner. Love, B.

  5. Oh I loved it! I used to work at a big clothing store and there were pop music all the day I used to work dancing and sometimes I forgot I wasn’t alone. Once a customer looked at me and asked: are you crazy or something? Hahahahahahhaa I love to dance! ❤

    1. Isn’t it great to dance, Tainara??? Especially when I was younger, I really felt it was so freeing. And, yep, sometimes others see us as crazy. Well, I say good! I would rather be crazy and FREE!! 💃👯‍♀️

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