Awareness

The bread shelf at the Italian Bakery was empty, but by now I know how the system works. I asked if she had any in the back, and she said she would go check. She returned with a good half dozen large loaves, not in a basket, but piled in her bare hands with 2 or 3 resting on her bosom. She set them down and dusted the flour off her sweater, then bagged one and rang me up. While I'm more used to wax paper, gloves, hairnets and tongs to provide that barrier between what I eat and who makes it for me, I found myself quite ok with it all. But I noticed that I noticed, and it made me think of small children who are not aware of things we have not taught them yet.