There was a dear old man at the register last week that reached into his pocket to give the exact change. I took an instant liking to him when he pulled out of that pocket a little green change purse!
"A change purse!" I exclaimed.
I think he was a little taken aback at my enthusiasm at something so common place in his world.
"I haven't seen a change purse in years! My dad used one all the time! He died in June..."
As he offered his condolences and we chatted briefly (about how hard it is to FIND change purses these days, ha!), I discovered he was also a Korean Veteran and in his early eighties.
More similarities. I find myself drawn to things that remind me of Dad.
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