So, there’s this little store I like to go to, just a few blocks away. I only discovered it a few weeks ago and I’m a fan. Yesterday, I witnessed something unusual, something I haven’t seen in many years… something that got me thinking. Here’s the story.

The shop owner is a wonderful Indian gentleman, we’ll call him Rajish, and he works with either his not very experienced much younger brother (they kinda look alike) but then, he could be the son or the nephew.. who knows, not important.

So I walk in there today and my Indian friend is in the corner chair, relaxed and completely oblivious to the fact that his son/brother/nephew ( I gotta ask him some day) … is struggling with an uncooperative cash register.

Being first in life and seeing all the people behind me, I was starting to get a little agitated, and trying hard not to show it, wondering why customers were having to wait in a long line when the store owner Mr Rajish himself was relaxed in a cozy chair, seeming totally oblivious that we had things to do and places to go. And just in case you’re wondering, he was totally awake, like a distant observer. I know that because at one point, he couldn’t stand the noise from the cash register keys his partner was punching…. “Hit the clear button” he said, without moving an eyebrow. It worked. Continue Reading