We close at 6 on Saturdays . . . though when it's the holiday season, we sometimes stay a little later if customers are still shopping. It was about 6:20 . . . and now there were just two customers left - a mother and her daughter. I'm not the best judge of kid's ages, but I would guess that the daughter was maybe six years old. "Make up your mind, they're trying to close!" urged Mom. "I already picked something!" was daughter's reply. I was the only one left behind the counter and her small hand thrust two objects at me. What were they? A tiny dragon keychain and a small unicorn eraser. There was just something about the moment that was beautiful and perfect - these two miniature mythological creatures selected by the paying youngest customer of the day. The crumpled bills came out of a purse, I wrote up a sales slip, gave this last customer of the day her change. I wondered if she knew that dragons and unicorns are not (forgive me, believers) real creatures. And then I said goodnight, ushered them out and shut off the lights.
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