“I had one of those loud conversation cell phone guys behind me at the store today.” I put the grocery bags on the counter and rolled my eyes.
“Oh? What was his conversation about?” Rachel peered into the reusable bags and began pulling out frozen meals, giving me a reproving frown.
“Well, normal work stuff for the most part. You know, reports and estimates and so forth.” I went to the other bag and began loading produce into the fridge, waggling a bunch of celery at her.
“Ugh. Annoying. They don’t’ even have the decency to leave their bureaucratic nonsense in the office. I swear to God, it seems like we can’t escape from that corporate bullshit anywhere.” She took out the mini-cans of soda with another frown. I shrugged and got an eye roll in return.
“Maybe it wasn’t his choice. You know? We were once slaves to the man too.”
“And his loud conversation was you punishment for leaving the grind?”
“Trying to draw me back in. Show me all the fun I’ve been missing.” I folded the bags carefully, laughing nervously.
Rachel looked at me closely. “What is it?”
“Just as I was leaving…” I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I used to get tension headaches there, when I worked in the corporate world. I used to pull in five hundred gs on a bad year, had a huge house I rarely enjoyed, a big bed I rarely slept in. The headaches had almost killed me. I retired with Rachel to a large house in the country. I found peace in a world of gardening. A world without cell phones. We still had dial-up here.
“Come on, what was it?”
“It will sound silly.” I took a deep breath. “But he was from my old company. I recognized him. One of the up and coming go-getters. You know the time. Like I once was. The sort who would do anything to get ahead. Well, I could have sworn, as I was walking away. That he said he’d found me.”