the young and the elderly – grocery shopping the day after Labour Day

I knew when I was heading to the grocery store at 4:45pm that I was asking for it, in terms of busy-ness, but I wasn’t expecting it to be THAT busy! I should’ve known better though. Aside from it being the day after Labour Day, and the first day of school, all the students at UWO (University of Western Ontario) had arrived back in London and decided that 4:45pm was the ideal time to get their groceries as well.

Despite a few cart traffics jams, it wasn’t too bad inside the store. I could overhear roommates talking about the need to buy toilet paper for their house or how “those carrots” weren’t any good. Some seemed to spot friends and decide to catch up in the aisles, blocking everyone else.

Strangely enough, when I actually got to the checkout – having darted around some slow-moving carts – I wound up in a fairly short line, with an elderly couple in front of me. The woman started chatting with me and chuckling about how funny it was to see all the students with their food. She wondered how they were all going to get the food home. She shared how she and her husband had been away all summer and had forgotten about the students returning to London for school. I told her I’d forgotten too. And then I felt old. Not in an “I feel like an old person” kind of way. Just in that I could identify more with this elderly woman than I could with the university students. Anyhow, there is no real point to this story.

2 thoughts on “the young and the elderly – grocery shopping the day after Labour Day

  1. I find I relate more to older people too rather than college or high school age people. Maturity I guess. Or maybe it's the older people who think “younger”… I don't know. Anyway I like stories with no point.


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