Valentine's Day in Costco
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On February 14th, a Saturday, I went to Costco in the morning. An act of bravery.
While I was waiting in line to go inside, a young man, clearly outfitted as a member of the track team for the nearby university, came sprinting from the other side of the parking lot. I was struck by the way he nearly floated over the pavement. Running isn’t my thing, but when I see people running like that, I’m envious — I try to imagine how it would feel to be so strong, so light, skimming across the world in that way.
He came running up to the end of the line, but he didn’t stop. He ran past all of us, dodging through carts and people fumbling in their wallets for their cards, holding his card under the reader while he sprinted on, into the store and disappearing into a display of shampoo.
In front of me in line was a mother with her little girl. The little girl turned to her mom and said, “Mommy, why is he running?”
And her mother answered, “Because he’s so excited to give flowers to his girlfriend.”
The little girl nodded. Satisfied.