Is it silly that I'm trying to feel grown-up tonight by putting on my pajamas, pulling out the ginger ale, and drinking it after a late shift at work?

It's not often that I get good stories at work, but this one was too good not to remember. A tall man with a gray beard was talking on his cell phone as he walked up to my checkstand. He was grinning as he came up, but not at me, although he did give me a quick smile. He never said out loud exactly who he was talking to, but I want to believe it was his wife. 

"Who would ever thought back then when we were in that closet?" He chuckled to himself. "Yeah, yeah. Well, we've known each other for a long time, honey. Hmm . . . was it fourth grade?" She must have corrected him. "Wow, end of third grade, huh? Gee, that's fifty-five years -- no, that's longer than fifty-five years. No wonder I'm crazy about you." He laughed again.

He smiled and nodded at me as he grabbed his bag of groceries and walked away. I could still hear him talking about how long he'd known her as I watched him leave. I turned around and realized that there was a customer waiting for me, and I was still grinning. Sheepishly I slipped back into my checker routine. But I kept smiling.