Kurt

Kurt works at a grocery store near Black Diamond. He wears glasses, always smiles, and puts purchased items in "paper or plastic" bags. Since I'm a fat kid at heart, I eat a lot. And, I usually hit the Dan's a few times a week around midday to get some supplies for lunch. Needless to say, I see Kurt on a fairly regular basis and we always have the exact same conversation...

Kurt: Are you in the Army?

Me: Nope, I'm not.

Kurt: (with a puzzled look) But you have a shaved head and a camouflage (bike) bag...

Me: (with a smile) That's just how I cut my hair and camo is my favorite color. (which is sort of a lie)

Kurt: Oh. Are you a hunter...?

Me: (with a bigger smile) I'm not. Are you?

Then Kurt tells me how he went hunting with his uncle once and how they shot a deer. He tells the story just right, every time, like your Grandpa would.

I've probably talked to Kurt at least 50 times in the last 6 to 7 years, and I still always enjoy listening him tell his hunting story. And even though he will never remember who I am, I'm looking forward to the next time we cross paths and to meeting him again, for the very first time.