One of my first customers the next day was a shy Hispanic man with the most amazing brown eyes. Soulful, like a deer, wide, open, trusting, yet filled with a strange caution. He was dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts, had beads around his neck like the kind you get when you go down to the Gulf Coast and swim in the ocean. His elfin features were a pleasing brown. Soft curls of black hair were a riot on his head, hanging in his eyes, climbing down over his ears, which poked out of them disobediently.
“How ya doing?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
“Do you bring your FoodWorld card?” I asked.
He lifted his eyes to me in confusion and shrugged.
It was a look I knew well.
Do you have a F-o-o-d-w-o-r-l-d card?
Those amazing brown eyes lit up and he smiled.
No.
Would you like one?
Yes!
