This morning, in line to check out at Trader Joe's in Hastings Ranch, Pasadena, I had a hard time not staring at a stunning intense-black woman whose poise, posture, trim legs in shorts, spoke "athlete," "native African" and whose brilliant smile spoke silent volumes. She and the clerk chatted about Kenya, and their respective children. The clerk, name-tagged "Scuba" (a nickname from the 14 years he owned a SCUBA gear shop) willingly shared details about the departing woman. She was from Uganda, an Olympic track medalist, astonishingly 57 years old, now living in Pasadena. I would love to know more. I don't know her name, so can't check the Olympic medal attribution. She certainly looks the part.
I also learned that the clerk had been in the Peace Corps, spends time in Kenya frequently, speaks Swahili, and is married to a Kenyan.
All this while paying for two-buck chuck, crackers, cookies, protein bars, Charlie Bears - filling two heavy bags full of impulse buys - the usual overdoing at TJ's.