Shopping with the Seniors
Today I HAD to tag along with my dad as he shopped at
the super market because I had given my vehicle for servicing and needed a ride
back home. I haven’t shopped for groceries in a long time.
As I helped him get everything on the list I realized
that there weren’t many people around. Everybody who was there was old and I
was probably the youngest shopper. I looked around and saw all these cute old
people pushing their carts, pausing at every isle and pondering if they should
turn in and see the shelves. There was this one old woman who seemed to
remember a new item every time her turn came up for billing. One of the
assistants offered to help her but she was adamant about going and picking
exactly what she wanted without any aid. She relinquished her spot twice this
way and as I watched her I was amused and at the same time pleased to see
someone so old being so energetic.
Each billing counter was occupied by an oldie. I told
my dad about the woman who kept forgetting items on her list and said our
safest bet to get out of the SM early was if we stood behind her. When she
remembered yet another item , she turned
around saw us, told the billing lady to continue billing while she went and
found the piece from her shopping jigsaw puzzle which was hiding itself somewhere
in an isle on a high shelf where this poor old woman couldn’t reach. The
billing lady was done scanning all the items for their price and we waited for
over 15 minutes for the lady to return. The billing isle next to ours emptied
and I ran there like a ninja and placed our purchase on the counter. While we
were waiting at the counter I turned to look at the paati to see exactly what
she had forgotten. Believe it or not she had picked herself a pack of the
toughest murukus available there. She looked at me and gave a toothy grin.
I miss having
old people around me. They are like big wrinkly babies and in a super market
they are like kids in a play ground. Some oldies went to the assistants asking
why they weren’t getting the item that came free with the product and asking if
they could choose their own whistle that came free with a pack of chips,
because their grandchild liked orange better than any color. (This was akin to
kids in kindergarten taking permission from their teacher to pick a toy of their
choice and asking why they couldn’t have a particular toy.)
The 11:00 am to 1:00pm shopping slot in super markets
is apparently frequented by Senior citizen’s . Any weekday you go to one you’ll
find them there being adorable and annoying all at once.
P.S: My dad is a senior citizen too. He has grey hair
and you actually have to sit him down to see if he has any black ones left. He
doesn’t have a wrinkly face and that is probably why the old lady thought he
was young and relatively stud looking as opposed to all the other grandpa’s
there and hence didn’t relinquish her turn when we were behind her in queue.
Also my dad may have been flattered that she didn’t think him too old and that
is why he didn’t crib about having to wait as long as we did.
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