Sunday, 5 September 2010
What's In Store For Me?
So off I went for yet another one of my supermarket adventures. Hmmmm....I wonder what's in store for me? I proceeded over to one of the 'free cash' machines, which turns out, just like all the other times, to not be free cash, at all. No, darn it, it comes out of my account. Anyhow, I entered my 'P.I.N' number, only to find out that the machine was temporarily unavailable. Why couldn't it say that on the screen and have saved me the effort of slapping in my card?
Now then, one of the supermarkets I frequent, has been undergoing a major renovation. The 'reduced section' has been moved, but the evidence of its whereabouts are very evident. I noted the poor guy with the scanner that marks down the prices. Luckily for him, and for me, there were no 'old rage' pensioners in sight. I told him that he deserved 'danger pay' and I would do my utmost to protect him from the impending angry mob. He laughed and very carefully passed over some greatly reduced garlic chicken kievs.
Unscathed and very relieved, I moved on. Then it happened. 'Thump!' I realised that someone had shoved a shopping cart right up my butt. Did this person apologise? Ummm....no. In fact, the culprit who was pushing her trolley up the middle of the aisle, just kept on gabbing away to the old dude she was with. Usually, I would not make a fuss. Today would be the exception. 'Ah..hello? Excuse me, but I really don't appreciate you ramming your trolley up my ass!' The couple looked at me in disgust and just kept on gabbing away. The outrageous audacity of me.
Me, Mr. battered bum, headed for the final destination. Yep, I headed for the delights of the checkout counter. I always take into consideration that there might be folks waiting behind me when it comes to my turn. If this be the case, I keep my conversation with the cashier to the minimum. So why did the lady in front of me think it was perfectly okay to tell the cashier her life's story? Oblivious to me, she talked on and on and on and on.... How fascinating to find out that she was going to the beauty salon and her grandson had a new cat. Gosh! The cashier smiled and nodded her head. Cashiers might just be considered social workers and counsellors, all rolled into one, at a salary just above minimum wage. What fun.
Finally, after several moments of almost dozing off, it was my turn to be served. Each item scanned until she realised one of the items was a packet of headache pills. 'Sir, I need authorisation for these.' 'Oh trust me, my headache is genuine.' I replied. She laughed and explained, that because she was under eighteen, her adult supervisor would have to scan the headache pills. Then I place my debit card in the machine. Just like all the other times, I was asked, 'Would you like cash back?' Just like all the other times, I responded, 'That's very generous of this store. I think I might just shop here again.' Once again, I also came to the realisation that any cash back comes out of my account. Doh!
I headed towards the exit of the store and noticed one of those kiddie toys that seems to be a main feature at the entrance of most supermarkets. It was a toy helicopter and it 'spoke' to me. 'Hi, what's your name?' inquired the toy helicopter. 'Hi, my name is Gary.' I responded. A young couple heard me talking to the toy helicopter and gave me a very strange look. Cannot imagine why.
So, my latest shopping adventure was drawing to a conclusion. A very frail old lady was struggling away with a shopping cart. Each step a marathon. I could sense her pride and determination. I smiled, she smiled and the twinkle in her eye made me pause for a moment to reflect. What's in store for me? A bright and positive future. The twinkle in her eye made me realise how much I have to be grateful for.