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November 8, 2007 - Phyllis Sigal
I talk about moving to another city often. Whether it ever happens remains to be seen.
I often think about it when I leave the Mount de Chantal Kroger store on Sunday mornings — after visiting with Bob the Bread Guy, Mike who is usually stocking shelves and Becky or Pam at the cash registers.
If Bob the Bread Guy is not in the bread aisle, either we're behind schedule or he's off for the day.
We worry that if we're not there for some reason on Sunday, our Kroger clan will wonder where we are! (Ok, I'm sure they've got enough to do ...) "My" cashier, Pam, and I spent about 15 minutes one morning just catching up because there was no one behind me in line that Sunday!
And if just knowing all the employees isn't enough, sometimes it's social hour while zipping up and down the aisles. Sometimes we run into the same people at the same time in the same aisle, week in and week out. It can take hours to get from produce to dairy to checkout.
So I walk out of the store and say aloud, "I don't know if I can move. Where will I find another friendly Kroger like this? I'd miss Bob and Mike and Becky and Pam. It just wouldn't be the same."
There is something to be said for small-town life.
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