About 10 years ago I was in Tower Records waiting to
make a purchase. The man in line in front of me—clad in flat front khakis, a pink
Lacoste golf shirt, and a pair of Sperrys, was buying several CDs. And when
the clean cut man got to the register he was met with a young man with long hair,
multiple piercings and tattoos as his cashier--the young man clearly walked
outside the line of social conformity.
And as the transaction was taking place—the man clad
in khakis reminded the young man for reasons that I cannot explain—that that
day was Good Friday. And the young man--with an edge of condescension remarked Aren’t all Fridays good?
I smiled and I thought to myself Good point.
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