Grocery Store Encounter- A Real Slice
March 11, 2017
Thursday afternoon I had a meeting at Town Hall. After the meeting I headed to the grocery store, early for me, to collect some things for our staff breakfast the next day. I called my older son in Chicago on the way and was chatting about the weather (55 degrees), his job, and the fact that I was going to make a casserole. All seemed right as rain.
When I pulled into the parking space at the store, I noticed that the car immediately in front of me had its trunk standing open. It was a small trunk. I began talking to Patrick about whether I should close the trunk as I realized that no one was in the car. As we were discussing this, an elderly woman with no groceries in hand approached the car, opened the driver’s door slowly and got in. Again, I wondered, should I tell her the trunk is open? How will she feel if I approach the car? Before I could get out, she drove off, trunk flapping in the air.
I quickly picked up the ingredients for the casserole and enter a checkout line where it appeared that the elderly woman in front of me did not have too many items left. After I emptied the basket, I realized that she was having a heated conversation with the clerk waving the sale circular in his general direction and pointing at him with a red face and a raised voice. She was telling him that all of these items were on sale for 79 cents. The very young clerk was calming explaining over and over that she had gotten ten items for 79 cents and the others would be full price. She was saying, aren’t they mix and match, why do I have to get ten kidney beans? There aren’t even ten kidney beans on the shelf. She asked him call over the manager who also tried to explain calmly. Then it happened. The manager made eye contact with me and began to move the woman’s groceries to another check out lane. The woman slowly turned toward me and said, “Don’t you agree with me?” Yikes, what to say? Ma’am, can I just pay for your groceries and we’ll be done with it? Why don’t you buy only ten? Really, please just listen to what these folks are telling you.
I didn’t answer at first and she waved the circular in my face. This just isn’t right, she said. Tell them, she said. In the end, I said, I wasn’t really listening… I’m sure they will work it all out for you… in my calmest teacher voice. She huffed past me to the other lane.
I thought about both of them on my way home, and this morning, and just now. Wishing them calm and peace and understanding. Offering up a silent apology that I didn’t do more.
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