Tonight was his last night at Whole Foods. We'll probably never see him again. :(
Me and mommy went to pick up some kettle chips (the only bag of chips I have ever been able to eat in entirety, in one sitting) and while we were there Mommy went over to get some cheese, but there was only one left of the cranberry-brei variety, and another lady had almost gotten to it too, so of course they had to fight over which one of them wanted it the least. The other lady won, though, and so we had to take it. We felt very guilty.
But during that exchange we'd asked the cheese guy a question, but we were still trying to convince the lady that we really didn't want the cheese we had been reaching for at the same time as she had, so we were rather preoccupied--and I waved once, but Mommy didn't notice when he waved back, and it was rather saddening.
So we went away awkwardly figuring we'd get to say hi next time, as he looked rather busy with a cheese grater by the time we'd lost the fight and gained our cranberry cheese. But then, when we were checking out, he came over to say he was sorry if he'd sounded too brisk; he'd been busy at the moment, but wanted to say hi to us.
And then he said that it was actually his last thirty minutes there. And he looked rather sad--you know, that funny thing that happens where a person's eyes are just a little suspiciously red and wet (although he was the cheese man, so he did have naturally watery eyes). and I thought that he meant, before he got to go home for the weekend, and so I was like "Oh great!" because of course I must miss the point at the most crucial of junctures.
But he explained that actually it hadn't worked out ("oh no!" *ackward grimace at misinterpretation*) and this was his last thirty minutes in the store; but it had just been a little too big--and he either got there at five in the morning or left at midnight; which did sound HORRIBLE! So we asked him what he was going to do, and he said he didn't know, but he might crop up somewhere else randomly, you never know. We said he should take one of those round the world vacations, and he said he would love to, if only he could convince his wife to quit her job too--and we said we certainly were glad he'd come over to say hello (although really it was more to say goodbye), and then he had to duck back to close up his cheese counter, and we had to sign the grocery check. And that's the last I'm ever going to see of the cheese guy!!!!!
However, I do hope he can go on that world vacation. And I thought of a great job he could take up--he could be a cheese caitorer (Spelling???)!! (only I didn't know whether or not I should mention anything about cheese, as I know he's really into it, but I don't know if being into cheese is the kind of thing you point out about a person) to like weddings and things, and he could advise people on what kind of cheese went with what--and he'd easily get the market, because he'd know just how to arrange it and what it would go best with and stuff.
But still!!!!! Our cheese guy!!!!!!!!!!!! And there can never be a more perfect cheese guy! *how I cry*!!! Not even kidding!
Good luck cheese man!! (retire early and live in glorious cheese happiness!!!)
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