The clerk breathed in heavily with the packet of soap bars held close to her nose. In that moment there was curiosity, wonder, shameless abandon of check-out speed . . . a savoring. I felt like rooting for her, despite the constraints of the vacuum packed plastic wrapper. I had selected the scent, grapefruit and lemongrass and also hoped for the freshness it promised.
In this briefest of moments, I felt a connection. Mine less shameless. Specifically, it took me to every Facebook update that I lingered over. There seemed to be a sense of satisfying for just the briefest moment my curiosity. Just the slightest bits of another’s life. A borrowed aroma.
Or whose property was it before funds were exchanged? Does it belong to anybody? To people who truly appreciate without thinking too much? Just appreciate life for the potential beauty. Its promise.
The scent did not disappoint. I have regretted many artificial cleansers that have felt too fancy even as I was purchasing them. Always knowing I would live to regret. An impending expiration date.
The stories in people’s grocery selections must have endless possibilities. Or being a clerk might be a generic stream of demanding people performing the most mundane of chores.
Yet, grapefruit and lemongrass. I should have broken open the packet and given her a bar. Maybe there’s still time.