Syndic No.43 ~ Bob Cooperman
Incident At Local Target
By Bob Cooperman
Narrated by Charles Rammelkamp
Colorado
Wendy, Christmas shopping without
her daughter’s or granddaughters’ help—
and forget her son, who comes over only
to eat and say nasty things about anyone
who doesn’t look like him—was lugging
a carton bulky as a sea turtle, panicking
to watch it tilt over the cart’s side,
like deck cargo falling overboard in a squall,
when a young African American woman
rushed over and stopped a few feet away,
and soothed as if to a thunder-terrified puppy,
“Don’t worry, Baby, I’m just lending a hand.”
“Oh, thank you so much!” Wendy gushed, thinking,
“Am I just a frightened old bigot in her eyes?”
She fought tears, and between the two of them
manhandled the box into her car trunk.
“You have a wonderful Christmas,”
the young woman wished her. “The same
“to you and yours, dear,” Wendy hugged
the woman like long-lost friends
who know they’ll be parted all too soon.
Later, Wendy described the incident to her son,
who in between forking down her apple pie,
commented, “Sure she didn’t take your wallet?”
“I won’t even dignify that with a denial,”
Wendy shot back. “She was just so kind.”
But after Sam left, Wendy checked her handbag,
ashamed of herself all over again.