An older man wearing a fresh-pressed white shirt asks if I know where he could find Easter candy. ‘It’s down there past the matzoh’ I reply, pointing to the other end of seasonal.
‘I’m shopping for my sister, she really loves those peeps.’
‘Really?’ I smile. Clearly, he’s not done talking, so we both walk towards the packs of blue and pink chicks.
‘After Easter service every year I put peeps on her grave... you know, it cheers her up.’
Thanks man in aisle 5. You cheered me up too.