
As I left work today, a young lady caught my eye. Walking from the back break room to my truck for the final 15-minute break, despite the considerable distance, something about her made everything briefly slow down – an odd experience. Almost instantly, the thought crossed my mind that she might be a Jehovah's Witness. "That's weird," I thought. "I can hardly see her. How can I identify her faith from half a mile away?" She seemed to notice me too from the start, creating a peculiar Hallmark moment.
Maintaining composure, I continued walking, and the closer I got, the more my theory seemed confirmed. She was elegantly dressed. As I passed by, the girl averted her gaze, and I continued on without saying anything. She stood with a group of people, initially unnoticed as they were inside one of the aisles. It was a remarkably diverse group, with the young men in suits and the ladies in dresses. They certainly stood out in Walmart. "They have to be JWs," I thought, but I refrained from saying anything. I was about to go on break, and I didn't want to engage in a discussion, especially with them. What could I even say? "Hey, you guys look lost? Are you JWs?" It seemed impractical. When I went back in later to look for them, they had already left.
Interestingly, I encountered them again when I stopped to get a beer at QT on my way home. It felt like fate wanted me to say something, as the situation seemed too much to be a coincidence. However, I remained silent. It just felt awkward. I'm not good with such situations. After all, they could have belonged to any religion. Who knows? Perhaps I'll cross paths with them again someday.