It was actually two separate incidents on consecutive days but hey I had to title it something.
I was at the local library and it was kinda crowded. I had to make a dash for the door and BAM there’s these four girls and a maternal type adult. They had the whole hijab thing going in the al -amira style. Because I’m polite I said “hello” and “excuse me”. You know what they said ? They smiled and one said “hello” back.
So I’m at the local supermarket and I decided on the following menu: Pork tenderloin w/ honey mustard seasoning, roasted potatoes, peas and carrots. I get to the checkout and the female clerk is wearing hijab. I’ve encountered this cashier a number of times before and I have to confess she has a rather gruff demeanor; however, she’s actually very professional and oddly personable when you engage her. Well the tenderloin rolls down the belt towards the scanner annd she …….. picked it up scanned it, bagged it and we shared “good days” as I took off to home and the kitchen. It was a very good dinner btw.
What’s the point ?
Well for number one it was just another episode in my life in my fairly diverse ‘hood. Whether the white policeman, the Muslim clerk, the Indians playing cricket on the little league field or any number of other people,shades and creeds I’ve happily experienced the way life on this damn blue marble should be and I’m happy about it.
The second bit speaks directly to the popular story of clearks in Minn. and other locales that refuse to ring up alcohol and pork. I don’t know what’s up with those folks and what the diff is with my local grocers place.