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Edited on Thu Dec-21-06 05:20 PM by UTUSN
So I was in line at the grocery store, short line, I'm next. No matter what line I'm in--bank, grocer, whatever---the person in front of me ALWAYS has terrible, COMPLEX issues that take FOREVER to resolve, while when the ordeal is finally over, MY transaction just ZIPS right by.
So the checker seemed to be having problems. The scan thing didn't work TWICE and the supervisor had to come TWICE to override, then the cashier had to punch in the product ID manually.
I had already assumed my usual RESIGNATION, showing NO impatience, glancing at The Globe's headlines--was it Shrub's drinking and divorce again?
Then I heard a long SIGH behind me. I sort of half turned and smiled at the elderly lady who was exasperated at the goings on ahead of us. She said something about how SLOWLY the line was moving. I said something like how it was like how the coming holiday weekend was going to go. She said she feels the same way. We laughed when I told her she could tell everybody she met a real grinch.
We got to chatting. I said I couldn't find a fruit cake. She said, "Oh, we ate ours already." I asked where they found it. She said, "I made it a few days ago and we finished it off last night."
Somehow we got talking about age. She said that *I* am not old, that SHE is 83. I said she looked totally active and sharp. This really set her off. She said that what she couldn't take was her husband's attitude, that he has diabetes and NEVER TRIED to take care of himself, just NEVER TRIED, that when he caught her (years ago) trying to sneak healthy ingredients into his meals he threw fits, that now he can't walk and is deaf.
I asked how old he is. 86. I said, "Well, eighty-SIX..." She said that there are still plenty of things she wants to do and she can't handle how he always just NEVER TRIED...
We could barely tear ourselves away from each other...
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