Check-out in Lane 3

It was a routine shopping trip.

Just the essentials: Bananas, bread, milk, eggs.

As I was bagging my groceries, the PA system played an instrumental, an oldie from the 50s.

The woman on the other side of the lane said: “Oh! I remember this, what's that song called?”

“Sleepwalk, by Santo and Johnny,” I replied, “… my old band used to play it. The slow dancers loved it.”

“That’s a real belly-bumper,” she said with a toss of her silver curls as she turned away.

And then she was gone.