I watched a young woman bagging groceries ahead of me. She was short. Her face was flat, and her head was small. Her eyes were shaped like almonds. Her name tag said Dorothy.
When I was growing up, there was a boy in our neighborhood who looked like this. I never knew his name.
As the cashier scanned my items, I stepped forward to the bagging area.
“May I help you, Dorothy?”
“Sure,” she said with a smile.
We stood there, side by side, bagging groceries together.