At Monterey Fish Market today, I asked the 'monger for a pound-and-a-half of rockfish for a stew.
He picked out four filets and put them on the scale, hesitated, then quickly selected two more filets and added them to the pile.
The scale settled precisely at 1.50.
Our eyes met as I smiled and laughed.
The fishmonger smiled back and laughed too, happy at the goal achieved and at my noticing the exact touch.
Successful outing for an introvert like me.
Happy times.
I may be a professional extrovert--and quite successful as such--but my true self is deeply shy.
In this, and in other things (my hair), I am my father's son.
