Whoa!

I didn't ask him. Heck I should not have even been at this store! But there he asked me if I had been watching the basketball games. "What?", I asked. "Yeah. Both the girls and boys teams are ranked in the top 20", he tells me. So I finally ask him, "which teams are you talking about?" He replies,"The ones from the school you where on your shirt." I can't even remember what is under my nose as I don't give much thought or concern about my wardrobe, and so I look down to see Texas A&M written across my chest. (Did I really go there? Yes, but that life is so far away from me now.) I explain I don't have much time to keep up with these things having three young children and ask him, "Are you an Aggie fan?" He certainly couldn't be an Aggie given his position. That wasn't even a possibility. "A fan? I have two degrees from there! One from the 1950s and another from the 60s", he exclaims with all the vigor of a true Aggie. This is when I feel a defibrillator-type of shock jolt through my body. Did I hide my disbelief alright? Oh boy I really hope my thoughts about his position didn't just broadcast across my face and in my words. This man must have been in his upper sixties. How did he get there? He seemed intellegent and able. What the.....? Out of all the jobs.....! Whoa! I was speaking with the Walmart greeter! Are we not immune to this position? Apparently not, and I need to file this encounter in my memory as I make the important decisions in my life.