Copy Shop Man
Have you ever met someone who seems to have the job that they were just made to do? I’ll give you an example.

Yesterday, I made a quick trip to our local copy shop to send a fax. One of the employees is a 60something man. He is great. While nearly everyone else who works there slog along behind the counter with uninspired looks on their faces, he is out with the customers, greeting everyone and cracking jokes. He knows how everything works. He talks about the weather. He seems genuinely interested in everyone and everything. While I was sending my fax, he was reeling off joke after joke to the woman at the neighboring copy machine. Clearly, he enjoys working there.

As I was filling out the cover sheet for my fax I remembered that I didn’t know the date and so I asked him. And, even though he had probably told it to at least a dozen people already that day, he seemed delighted to tell me that it was, “August 16, 2007”. And then, he added, “Yep, this is the anniversary of Elvis’s death. Thirty years ago, today, he died sitting on the toilet.” I replied, “Get out! Seriously, thirty years ago?” “Hard to believe it’s been that long,” he said.

Not really the conversation I expected to have. He is a hoot.