During my four-hour shift Friday morning in between work I and an elderly woman of German descent who I was working with sat at a cozy in-door/outdoor cafe.
I was going to pay for my own item but she would not allow me to.
The woman insisted on buying my drink.
She ordered a coffee and a Danish with custard; I had an apple juice.
We sat in an enclosed patio section by windows and had a lovely time of getting acquainted with one another.
When I was a youngster, I was always under people older than me. When I got older, I still mostly hung around with people who were older than me, and they really liked me a lot and I learned a lot from being around them.
I had an old soul and could relate better with those who were older compared to most who were within my own age group at the time.
I always got along with people of all ages, nationalities, and ethnicities as I myself come from biracial bloodline.
So, I am full of diversity in all spectrums of my life from spiritual to cultural to intellectual.
The elder woman and I shared tales of life. She told me about her past, her family members, things she hopes and plans for the future while she is still here on this earth.
She told me about living in Germany before she came to America.
We laughed about things. Talked about things in society. Enjoyed our drinks, she, her pastry.
Then we left the Cafe, resumed doing our work together and laughed and talked more.
I like good people. The woman and I had a harmonious connection, and a start to building a healthy and trustworthy occupational relationship.