Dedicated to the middle-aged checker at Winco who served me as I bought my morning groceries, and to the young woman who also worked at Winco who came out to speak to him as he scanned those same groceries.
Young Woman: I couldn't sleep at all last night. I got up at four in the morning.
Checker: I was sound asleep at that time.
Young Woman: Dreaming about me, right?
Checker: You're the only person worth dreaming about.
(The young woman walks away.)
Checker (to me): I know. She's young enough to be my daughter. I know.
Me: (Silence. Trying to think of an appropriate response.)
Checker: That's what my daughter tells me, too.