A Lid for Every Pot

fureverywhere

fureverywhere

beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
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Northern NJ, USA
That was something my grandmother used to say to describe loving couples. An amusing customer story. There is a couple who used to shop at the store I used to work in. They also frequent the place I'm in now and they recognized me. Very chatty and polite, the most lovely customers you'd want to meet.

I'm flattered they come right to my register. But I do hear snickering from other employees and even customers sometimes. It's not right for people to laugh. We have young people come in with the most garish hair colors, piercings, tattoos, one green haired darling came in one night covered in body glitter. What is this? Burning Man?

But back to this couple. You can see they're very close and that's a wonderful thing. But what grabs people's attention is purely their appearance. They're both probably around seventy. The gentleman is a little Jewish man. A resemblance to Leonard Cohen except very short and an ill fitting hair piece.

His wife...well being kind, she's a bit eccentric. Much taller than her husband...um Divine? I do believe she is a woman but just...she's proud being glamorous. Evening wear and a beehive with colorful strands shooting out. But really, people don't need to smirk. If someone were in a wheelchair of course you wouldn't joke.

Often if you look below the surface you can meet the most delightful people. I had a nice chat with glitter girl too. The brawny young man towering over me? When I asked him about his bearded dragon he broke into a huge grin and wanted to talk all about his baby lizard...a lid for every pot, just don't judge the pots:D
 

Great story Fur. My son, who is 52, uses that same expression. He must have learned it from his maternal grandparents. But it is true and it is not for us to judge.
 
I might add they apparently live locally. In our area Millburn/Short Hills are towns even the well heeled can't afford. Perhaps they were in theater? Whatever it is they took it to the bank. But like I said they are the nicest people you'd like to meet.
 
This is so true. My mom and Dad took a trip to view the fall foliage in Vermont years back. An unexpected snow storm hit. Their car skidded off the road and they were stranded. A young man with hair down to his waist, a bit grungy to say the least, tattoos on every part of his body stopped and pulled their car out of the snow and escorted them to a school set up for the emergency. My Dad wanted to pay him but he wouldn't hear of it, the only thing they could do was thank him profusely and send the Red Cross a donation who were the ones who set up the school and provided food and blankets. They admitted to me later that had they met him on the street at another time they would have steered clear of him.
 

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