I was in the grocery store the other day and I was irritated. I didn’t want to be there, it was Sunday and I had worked the previous day and since it was summer I had things to do. I wanted to ride my bike and be outside working in the yard and I didn’t want to be doing the grocery shopping, but my wife had awoken with a headache and so I volunteered to do the shopping.
But since it was Sunday and I do love lazy Sunday mornings, I had all the intentions of getting to the store early, but I made my son and I a big breakfast….you know the big Sunday breakfast….eggs, sausage, pancakes toast.
It was a beautiful early summer day so on my way to the grocery store I decided to stop and get a car wash, but I wasn’t the only one with this idea and the line stretched nearly to the road which meant it was at least a 15 minute wait. Since I had already drove past the store and I was in the parking lot of the car wash I gritted my teeth and joined the line….15 minutes turned into 20 minutes and finally I was at the grocery store irritated that my morning was gone and my afternoon was disappearing too.
The store was busy in that Sunday kinda way with everybody getting stuff for their afternoon party or Sunday dinner. The aisles were clogged in that single file way with everybody following the person in front of them just hoping for a chance to pass and move ahead to the next aisle.
I found myself trailing an elderly man moving very slowly in that slow kinda way that’s just a shuffle, and since he wasn’t really stopping to look at items or place items in his cart he was difficult to pass. Finally I wedged my way around him and squeezed between an oncoming cart pushed by a distracted lady with two kids standing in the cart and both of them yelling at the lady to buy this or that. I don’t know how the lady was able to fit all her groceries in the cart with the kids already in it, but I’m sure having the kids in the cart was her best option instead of having two kids out of the cart and wandering down the aisles. Truthfully the best option would be to leave the kids at home and do the grocery shopping by herself, but perhaps that wasn’t an option or maybe her husband had awoken with a headache or he was working in the yard and couldn’t possibly watch the kids…….I digress.
I had skipped the next aisle and had moved ahead two aisles and I thought I was making progress, but a quick glance of my list revealed I had forgotten an item in the previous aisle and I had to do what I hate the most at the grocery store…..I had to backtrack…..yes, the dreaded backtrack.
Going back one aisle meant that I was once again in the aisle with the lady with the two kids in the cart yelling about buying this or that and yes I was once again behind the old guy shuffling very slowly not really looking at items or even stopping to place items in his cart.
And the thing is, I usually enjoy the grocery shopping, admittedly I don’t do it every week and perhaps if I did I probably wouldn’t enjoy it, but I like wandering and looking around the store and wondering if I should try something new. Maybe it’s the old hunter/gather deep in my ancestry but I do love a good wander.
But now I was irritated….I was backtracking and having to deal with people I thought I had passed. It’s like being in a traffic jam…..once you get through it you expect to be on your way not stopped in another construction zone.
I was beginning to question the choices I had made that morning and I was beginning to think they were poor choices. The lazy Sunday morning, the big breakfast with my son, the car wash….my car did need washing, but now I was trapped in an aisle I had already bypassed, behind an old shuffling guy and and a lady with two kids yelling about buying this or that.
As I looked for a way to pass the old guy I noticed a mom and her teenage daughter behind the lady with the two kids. The teenage daughter had a ball cap on backwards like so many of the teenagers do now-a-days and she seemed to be not listening to whatever her mother was talking about also like so many of the teenage kids now-a-days.
I was about to pass the old guy again when the teenage daughter stopped, put her hand on his cart, looked directly at him and said quite clearly but not loudly, not drawing attention to herself or to him and she said……”thank you for your service”………
It was then I was able to get around the old guy and for the first time I noticed he was wearing a ball cap and it was one of those caps with a branch of the military on it and military pins on it. It was then I realized the teenage girl had noticed this elderly man, shuffling slowly through the grocery store pushing his cart was a military veteran. I hadn’t noticed that…..I had been too busy worrying about my Sunday slipping away….irritated that I was grocery shopping instead of doing other things I had planned. I was frustrated by the people in the store, the people in my way, the time it was taking……
It was a teenager who took the briefest of moments and thanked a veteran, and the old guy had nodded back at her, perhaps someone everyday says that to him, after all it’s much more common now or maybe he hardly ever hears it and maybe, just maybe it brightened his day.
Teenagers get a lot of flack….every generation declares that teenagers today don’t realize how good they have it, they don’t understand how difficult it was for previous generations. I heard that when I was a teenager back in the 80’s and I’m sure it’s been said long before that and will continue to be said, but I think the future looks pretty bright and secure with the teenagers and young adults we have now. Sure they have a lot of advantages that we didn’t have but they also use those advantages in ways we never even dreamed of. They have the ability to make changes more quickly and with more impact.
I’ve always kind of thought this but it took a teenage girl with her ball cap on backwards wandering around a grocery store to emphasize this point to me…..so give the teenagers a break…they’re going to be alright and do great things.
Peace & Love…..
John