I don’t believe in God, but a I have a superstitious atheistic belief in Karma, aka “What comes around goes around.” I saw it at work at TJ’s tonight, on our monthly trip — wine for me, a decent cheese plate for Lloyd.
That’s because Lou is the master of grocery store check-out lines.I was trundling up our half-full cart to the check out of the Hawaiian-shirted hottie, Matt V., when I heard Lou talking to the man behind us in line. This guy didn’t have a cart: he had a couple of bakery items and a bag of pretzels.The man was saying “You mean it? Really? You’ll let me cut in ahead of you guys?”Now, we Midwesterners may not have the politesse cred of Southerners, but we’re polite people — even in Big Bad Chicago.But people are astounded by a simple act of courtesy — a wave through the check out line. It cost us exactly sixty seconds.