I had to go back to Wallymart and buy another bag of
Miracle Gro potting soil. A neighbor, Paris, had given me some big pots, like 3 gallons or more--and they ate up the first bag really fast.

The checker at the cash register in the plant department looked remarkably like Uma Thurman, and I said "has anyone ever told you, you look like Uma Thurman?" She smiled and said "All the time."
I wouldn't have known who Uma was if I hadn't watched her two "Kill Bill" movies.

Then Uma said all the potting soil was now in stacks out in the parking lot and she'd get an employee to go get one for me. They're not called stock boys, they're called "associates."
A young guy showed up and I rode the cart out to the parking lot, and followed him to the stack of of potting soil I wanted. (I had already paid Uma for it, so I was looking at the sales receipt and talking as he walked.)
As he loaded it in the trunk, I took a good look at him.
He was beautiful to look upon, like any other beautiful thing nature has produced. He looked like a 17 year old slim Buddah. Smooth warm cinnamon color skin, oriental eyes, silky wavy black hair pulled back tightly in a bun and bound up with a rubber band. He would have been the perfect young Buddah, posed in a lotus position.

I said are you oriental? He told me his mother was from the Phillipines, and had married a black soldier from here in the deep south. He said one day he hopes to save enough money to fly to the Phillipines and meet his mother's family. "All kinds of aunts uncles and cousins there I'd like to see," he said.
He was so sweet. I dug around in my purse and gave him a $2.00 tip, him protesting all the time. If I was rich, I'd have given him a plane ticket then and there.

I don't usually go around looking for famous faces on ordinary folks, but seeing Uma and Buddah in one day was surprising.

susil