This man came in yesterday wearing a nice grey suit.
Looked like an insurance guy.
Maybe an accountant.
He looked much older than his years.
Beat down from decades of doing a mundane job.
He bought some comics (for himself? his kids? grandkids?)
I tried a little small talk....nothing.
No twinkle at all.
What is this guys life like?
It is Hell, I assume.
Then a Creedence Clearwater song came on the radio.
I Heard It Through The Grapevine.
His eyes came alive.
Just a little.
His finger tapped his thigh.
ME: "I love Creedence!"
HIM: "Me too! I never hear them anymore."
(I thought...Why not? I hear them every day)
ME: "1970 was a great year. Creedence, comic books..."
HIM: "What's that other song he did...I like that. The baseball one."
Point of the story?
I have no idea. Creedence perked up a day.