Random Conversation

Random conversation at grocery store between myself and a young 20 something male cashier.

Me:    How's you day going?

Him:   Not so great.

Me:    I'm sorry to hear that.

He continues to ring up my items and bag them while I observe his young, troubled face.  He looks like he might have been crying earlier.  This breaks my heart. 

As I'm signing my credit slip I say to him:

Me:     Is there any chance of your day improving later?

Him:   Maybe when my paycheck hits my bank account at midnight.

Me:    Hang in there.  I hope tomorrow's a better day for you.

He gives me a sad look that speaks volumes.

I exit the grocery.  Put bags in car.  Worry briefly about the young man and what his troubles might be.  I might have asked him if there hadn't been other people behind me in line.  I hope he's okay.