The young woman was standing near the shopping carts at Aldi’s but not moving toward them. Her face looked drawn and sad, so I found myself asking her, “Are you okay?”
She blinked and said, “I just woke up.”
I quickly responded, “I debated if you were sad or tired, and just felt I should ask.”
Then I latched my cart into the chain of carts, pulled out my quarter, and walked away. She probably thought I was a crazy woman who routinely butts into other people’s lives.
I never do that. I travel among people in my private bubble. Oh, I smile and say hello, because lord knows upstate people are raised to do that instinctually. I also hold doors and elevators, help with baby strollers, and get items off tall shelves for elderly shoppers. But I never tempt disaster by showing concern, intruding upon someone else’s privacy, without being invited.
I wonder why I did today, and what about this woman made it seem necessary to me.