Thursday, December 30, 2010

Toast... and Maybe Some Cereal

One of my favorite places is my neighborhood supermarket, Carrs. Apart from varying period specific wall decorations that largely keeps everything in an eighties-esk atmosphere, the place has remained unchanged for twenty-plus years or as long as I can remember. Today I was feeling particularly under the weather yet huge deals which offered "buy one get one free" on Nathan's Hotdogs and courteous bakers who accepted a special order of mine to make fruit tarts (which my family loves) for tomorrow morning at no extra charge really made me feel at home.

Pleased with both my purchases and savings I walked out with a reusable grocery bag in one hand and a gallon of reduced-fat milk in the other. Traffic is usually horrible right outside of Carrs and today was no different, so I prepared myself for a brief wait in the cold as all those brutes in their massive winterized vehicles would probably not care nor even be capable of spotting me there on the side of the road. Before I even came to a complete stop however, a man in said ginormous pick-up truck had slowed down and begun waving me on with a smile. As I crossed I raised my right hand in which I held the gallon of low-fat milk to show my gratitude (something I usually do, omitting the milk part).

At that moment, that gesture felt just as if I were toasting that kind soul, a toast which was fit only for a huge gallon of low-fat milk, but in retrospect not only did I want to give a toast to that man but to every individual this year that's shown me generosity (and those who didn't), to every moment of joy and laughter, to every moment of trial and error, to every lesson thoroughly learned and absorbed (and the lessons I still may need a review on in the future), that gallon of milk was my toast in appreciation for every blessing that I've been given this year and with the future in mind, any that I may receive in the year to come.

Have a wonderful New Year!