Food, Groceries and Religion

Today a lady came into the store and sat her groceries down, and I began to ring them up, as usual. She then stopped me halfway through, saying that she didn't want to have certain groceries put on "her" tab. Without question, I went on to ask about each remaining item, asking, "Is this hers? What about this? This?," never realizing, or even thinking, that I didn't know who "her" was. And I still don't. But the woman paid two separate bills with her own money. And "she" never showed up. And the groceries were all bagged together. I wonder if there really was another person, or if the woman was just trying to have some fun with her shopping. And if there were another person, where was she? And why were all the groceries bagged together and paid for with the same money? They only needed to be put on two separate bills?
I find it amazing how some people color coordinate their groceries. An elderly couple came in the other day and bought orange soda, Uncle Ben's instant rice in an orange box, and an orange. And they seem to do all of this without noticing- I think. The lady was wearing an orange sweater. The man, a light orange clip-on tie. Suspicious? Maybe.
Another lady came into the store, and she was so happy. While I was ringing up her groceries we had a conversation about a few things, and I just couldn't believe how happy she was. Almost everything she talked about was how she wished these nice things would happen to other people. Then she went on to say that her husband wasn't feeling too well, so she told him to go and relax out in the car while she finished their shopping. I replied, "Oh, that was nice of you. I hope he doesn't have that new flu that's going around." She then told me that he just found out he has pancreatic cancer, with no cure nor chance of survival. They just got back from bringing him to get an operation in Boston. This woman had lived her whole life loving this man, and she just found out she was going to lose him. Yet she said that she wasn't sad, because she knew he had lived a good life, and they loved each other. They spent as much time together as they could, and now it was his time to go. She said she didn't want to lose him, but they are both satisfied with their lives. She then said there was nothing to do but pray, and left with a smile. I don't believe in god, but I prayed for them that night.
At work the other day, I was talking to this man who was checking out. As he pulled out his wallet to pay for his groceries, I saw that he had pictures of Jesus where his family pictures would have been. I knew the man had a family, because he had just been talking about his wife and kids. Yet he put pictures of Jesus in his wallet.