It happened at the dollar store.

I just got home from the Dollar Store. I needed a few supplies for my classroom, mainly various sizes of containers-with-lids (for things like dice, markers, and protractors). I selected my items and headed to the cash register. I stood in line for a minute and then noticed the happenings between the checker and the man in front of me.

The checker was a young girl. She was probably at most 16 and had 2 piercings in her lips, a hoop through her nose, and some piercings in her eyebrows. Aside from the painful looking piercings, she seemed like a nice, pleasant girl who was trying her best to help this man.

The man in front of me was probably in his late 50's, short in stature, a bit curt, of Asian descent, and when he finally left, drove a car with a handicap tag hanging from the rear view mirror. (All probably unimportant details, but I want to give you a visual to the story.)

When I began paying attention to the interaction, the man was asking the girl to find some type of text on a small bottle of pills. She was leaning on the counter with both elbows, the bottle of pills close to her face as she examined every inch of the label.

"What does it say?," he insisted.

"I don't see anything about that," she said as she kept looking.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "I didn't know they sold any medications at the dollar store. Maybe he has a headache and this was the closest stop. Does the dollar store have great deals on aspirin? What is she looking for on the label? Hmmmm. Oh look . . . Hannah Montana batteries and soccer stickers."

"I'm sorry, I just don't see it anywhere," the girls said.

"Fine, I will just get it anyway," replied the man.

The girl set the bottle down on the counter and rang up the purchase. "That'll be $1.14." The man fumbled through his wallet and threw down a $20.

"No change, just the bills," he said.

While we waited as the girl was pulling the bills out of the cash register, I glanced over and realized I could now see the front of the red label on the bottle as it sat on the counter. What was it? The label said "Male Enhancer."

True story. You can draw your own conclusions, whatever they may be. I just thought I'd share.

Jarrell left to the MTC

So Jarrell, my brother entered the MTC today. He will be serving in the Seattle, Washington Mission. It covers mostly the Metro area of Seattle. I am sure that he will really enjoy it. Hopefully, he gets to visit the Needle.

Good luck Jarrell!!!!