It's a sweet life we're living

It was Christmas Eve... I had just finished a nine and a half hour shift at work, the local supermarket, when I saw Margaret . Margaret , she's one of my usual customers who I try to always make an effort to talk to even if I'm not serving her. She's a lovely elderly woman; short, a little hunched over and moves with utmost grace. Margaret always wears this tiny sun hat to cover her balding hair and hides her beautiful grey eyes behind stylish sunglasses. She's never really been able to remember my name but she sure does recognise me when she sees me. The day before Christmas Eve, I served Margaret amidst the mad rush, and she left me with a small lindor chocolate insisting I take it because she appreciates our conversations so much. Her tiny gesture made my long shift well worth it, I couldn't keep the warmth I felt from melting my tiny heart. I thought I wouldn't see Margaret till after Christmas so I asked what her...