Yesterday I made a trip to Wal-mart in search of a B-12 supplement to help with the salt problem. A 60-ish year old man was already perusing the vitamin aisle when I arrived. As I stood comparing two different brands of B-12 tablets, he shook a bottle of Vitamin-C chewable tablets at me.
"Wish they made these in 1,000 milligrams," he said. "Wife can't swallow pills so I have to get her these to chew." He shook the bottle vigorously in my direction.
"Yes, that would be nice," I replied.
"One-thousand milligrams," he repeated. "Do you take vitamin C?"
"I don't," I said. "I'm bad about taking vitamins in general. I need to get better about that."
"I take a daily Centrum," he said. "Every day. And I take vitamin-C. Best thing for you. Can't go wrong with vitamin-C." He peered at me. "You don't take it?"
"No," I said. "But I'm sure I should."
"Best thing. Centrum and vitamin-C."
I'd found what I needed. "Well, good luck," I said, leaving the aisle.
He waved. "Same to you. We all got to figure this out."
The conversation has stuck with me. I don't know why. Just one of those random interactions that made me smile.