My Quiet Life My Quiet Life

we have boxes

Today I went to pick up some boxes that I had one of the guys at Kroger hold for me yesterday. When I went back into the stockroom I was amazed at how evocative the smell of a grocery store stockroom was to me – I spent a summer working at the (now torn-down!) H.G. Hills in Green Hills, and it instantly brought back all those memories.

I thought about mentioning this to the guys back there, as it struck me, but then I didn’t say anything, because I figured these guys, older than me, would probably not appreciate the young white male regaling them with memories of his high school summer job as a stockboy – a job that they do for a living.

Mmmm, liberal guilt.