I walked into the grocery store on my corner yesterday and the checkout girl's face LIT up. "Do you remember me?!?!" She asked me.
"You went to camp!" I said enthusiastically, although it was sort of a shot in the dark. She looked really familiar, but I couldn't say with 100% certainty that she was a camper. I hate when that happens, and I wish i could remember every single camper and their name, but at least I played it cool this time.
She was so excited/baffled to see me. "What are you doing here? You are three hours away from camp!" I told her I had heard this was a great grocery store (ironic because my roommates and I have a bit of a passionate hatred for this store, but that was an inside joke with myself at that moment).
It was so nice to see her so excited to see me. I hope that every camper from the summer would react the same way. Because I was the rule enforcer, the disciplinarian, the person in charge of giving bad news all summer, I often felt like I was the meanest person alive. But clearly, at least one camper walked away with a positive impression of me and today I was lucky enough to run in to that kid!
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