The Story Behind the Face

Have you ever noticed a person, they stuck out to you for some reason, and you just wanted to know their story? I do this all the time, especially at work. My job allows me to talk to people all day. Occasionally I actually get to have a good conversation with a customer, but typically it's just a minute or two of interaction while I ring them up. I get all types of people at work. Everyone is so different. The ones that come in more frequently have titles in my head. There is the pepperoni roll guy, the stromboli man(never in my have I seen a single person eat so much stromboli...much less someone who is is smaller than I am), the germaphobic lady, my two favorite old ladies that eat the stroodle, and on and on and on......the list is never ending. I love slowing seeing more and more about people as they frequent the store. Today a lady came in that was an immediate attention graber. She was probably 60, had a ton of makeup on, wore somewhat trendy clothes for her age, and had short bleached hair that was spiked out in all directions of her. It was just long enough that I wondered how in the world she got it to stick out. She was a sweet lady but I wondered the story there. I want to know what's behind those spikes. She seemed like an interesting lady. I've met many interesting folks at work. One day this guy orders a pizza for dine in and the name on his ticket was Daniel. I brought out his pizza and started busing tables. He starting asking me if I dreamed(in my sleep). I answered him that I did and we talked about dreams for a while. I was a little weirded out but thought he was quite a character. I didn't put two and two together at the time but he told me he is a professional dream interpreter (named Daniel...Ironic?). He was an interesting one. One customer I got to know the best was at the store I used to work at. His name is Anthony. He is a UPS driver that came in twice a week. We would talk about everything: politics, religion, family, tv, modesty...etc. He was a favorite of mine because even though we differed, he never hated on me for my views. He understood where I was coming from and respected it. I loved that. I don't always get the chance but I love finding people's stories. People tend to exceed my thoughts about them once I hear their story.