Earlier today, I had an encounter with greatness. I was physically shaking. This will be a story I tell my future children and it will go down as one of the coolest moments of my life.
I was at the till after grocery shopping for my roommate’s going away party this afternoon (she goes back to Canada on Tuesday) and heard a small commotion behind me. The checkout-counter-lady was clearly distracted. I turn around and notice a very tall man near the entrance of the supermarket, a large crowd gathered around him. This man then progresses to walk through the checkout counter beside me. It’s Usain Bolt. Once I realize just how incredible this is (it takes a few seconds to register), I quickly scramble to get my array of items together, only half paying attention to the rest of my grocery bill. (Which reminds me, I really should double check the receipt.)
I wait until the mob clears and then ask for a photo with him. My friend Kate is also there, stunned and thankful I have my camera with me, for this was just a regular Friday afternoon outing. I could barely speak and was in an uncontrollable giddy haze. My expression says it perfectly. (His back was one big muscle. Yes, I touched it.)
I had to take one more shot of him leaving the store. It all happened so quickly!
This tiny island is bursting with joy and greatness. Walking in one love.