One is a bird-like woman who’s probably pushing 70. She works checkout at a local deli. No nonsense, but she’s really nice, and polite. Number two is a Swedish guy who works a few doors down from the deli. He never lost his accent, or his ability to be polite. The third is a hefty woman who calls me “hon.” As long as she doesn’t call guys “hon,” I have no issue with it. In all cases, when our capitalist transaction is done, we wish each other a good day. That’s how it’s supposed to be.