In Target.
Marv needed toothpicks.
I stood stock still in the baking items aisle, not finding them. Where in this huge expanse of red and white circles and shining lights would I look for toothpicks. The proverbial needle in a haystack.
Seeing a young man unloading soda at the end of the aisle I asked him.
"Toothpicks?" he smiled uncomfortably. "I would have to look that up." Whipped out a phone of some sort. Apologetically, "Is that one word or two?"
"One," I said taking pity and realizing suddenly I was asking for something outside his "ken"!
"Aw, here it is - A-16 at the front of the store" he beamed with an enormous smile of relief!
How sweet. Toothpicks. Hmmmm. 70 is getting older.
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