The Man in the Yellow Sweater

Today was a good day.  I was at work early and then all of the sudden I looked out side and it looked like a snow globe.  It was beautiful.  It started off slow, but eventually we got our regular stream of customers wanting their morning pick me up.  I love it when it is like this.  The routine. The smile of people's faces when they take their first sip.  The business of it.  I know that sounds corny, but it's true.  Time flys by and before you know it two hours have passed.  Plus I was blessed to work with some awesome ladies who make the job that much more enjoyable.  Sometimes when it is like this it makes me think that having fun at work should be illegal.

It was mid-morning when a gentleman came in wearing a yellow sweater, that looked like it was home made.  I am horrible at the age game, but I would guess that he was in his late 70's or so.  He came up to the counter and was so pleasant, I could have talked to him all day.  He called me 'dear', not in that creepy old many, but in a way that I would think that a Grandfather would call his granddaughter.  Now I don't even remember what we talked about, but just the fact that he left me with a smile on my face made me happy.

It was getting close to the end of my shift and I was out doing a lobby, picking up trash, wiping tables, and just pickup the lobby to make it look nice when I walked by his table and he grabbed my hand and said something along the lines about meeting his wife.  He asked If with my 'young eyes' I could see a white car coming down the road because she was late.  I could hear the concern in his voice and I hated to tell him that I couldn't, but if he needed to call her I'll go grab the phone and make the call.  He didn't want the phone, but he asked me if I could just sit for a few minutes.  My heart melted.

Because of a rush, I wasn't able to sit for more than that, and his wife still was not there.


It was time for me to go, and as I started to leave out the door a white car pulled up with an older lady behind the wheel.  I went back in and asked the gentleman "if this was his wife that just pulled in?"  I could see the hope and the relief in his face when it was indeed her.  He turned and gave me this huge smile, and a peck on the check. ( I blushed as red as a lobster)  As his wife came in, he thanked me, and went over and gave her a hug as I stood back and watched.  It was so sweet.  The love that was there was so strong it just made me smile.

I never did get his name, but the Man in the Yellow Sweater will always be remembered.