The One Where I Take My Half Out Of The Middle
Kathie and I recently came up with a theory after going to the grocery store. The theory is that older people have been nice for most of their lives and they reach a point where they don’t care who they offend.
Our routine is to go grocery shopping Sunday morning around seven when the store opens. Usually, it is us, in our early sixties, and others of the same age or older. We all go back and forth looking for BOGOs and the freshest produce.
What you will notice with older people is they give no fucks as to if they are blocking the aisle or not. Gladys will be gossiping with Gertrude about that terrible teenage boy that drives too fast through the neighborhood with no concern about who is trying to get down the aisle.
This Sunday, I took command of the aisle. There sat the two old biddies yacking away about who knows what when Kathie and I approach to make the turn at to the next aisle.
They look at us at keep talking. This time I had had enough. “You ladies going to move or are you going to make me push my way through?” I ask them.
Clutching their pearls and mumbling something about no respect, they begrudgingly moved to the side.
I could have been more gentle in my approach but the truth of it is this situation has been going on for months.
There are times when you need to be brutally honest and take the bull by the horns.