Good morning, kittens!
One of the many things I am thankful for during this Season of Being Thankful is that I have managed to live in this area for longer than I've lived anywhere else. The bonus of putting down roots is that you interact with the same people on a regular basis - the server at Adega, the teller at BOFA, the crossing guard at the metro station.
I used to see her every morning on my walk to work. As we waited for the lights to change, we would exchange general pleasantries ... talking about the weather, the holidays, and our pets. She eventually moved to a different school, and, now, works evenings at the Silver Spring Metro Station Bus-terfuck.
Yesterday, standing at the intersection of Wayne and Dixon Avenues, we caught the light just right ...
Crossing Guard: How's your cat?
Me: She's doing well.
Crossing Guard: How old is she now?
Me: Hm ... maybe 9 or 10?
Crossing Guard: Yeah, I was thinking it's been maybe 5 or 6 years.
Me: Wow, it has been a long time. She's as crazy as ever. And your dog?
Crossing Guard: He's good too. He still likes to chew on everything though.
And, then, the light changed. We waved good-bye and she stepped out to stop a left-turning car from running over us.
Have a great day!