A quick trip to the grocery store today gave me some great people watching opportunities. This time it was mostly children who caught my eye. The first was a girl of about ten. We were both talking over our shoulders. Reaching for a shopping cart, we grabbed the same one. That was the point where we became aware of each other.
There we stood, each with a hand on the cart, making full eye contact, and not making a sound. Finally I spoke. “What do you think; two out of three falls to see who wins the cart?”
She giggled but stood her ground. I sighed and let go. “I don’t know, girl, you look pretty tough. I’ll just surrender the cart and take the next one.” She was still giggling as she took the cart and walked away. Her mother smiled and waved as they entered the building.
I picked up the few things I needed, and then decided to stock up on the good chocolate before checking out. I found my access to the chocolate in question blocked by a small blonde girl. Guess who. She turned and saw me then stepped aside. Unfortunately, I was trying to step aside and we both blocked each other’s path. We each took another step to the other side.
“Listen you,” I said, “I gave up on the cart, but if you’re trying to keep me from the chocolate there’s going to be a tussle.”
Giggling, she moved aside so I could reach. “Which one is the best?”
“This one is the all-time best. It has 90% Cacao in it, less sugar.”
“But, isn’t it still bad for you?”
“Yes,” I sighed with an exaggerated slump of my shoulders.
“I thought so,” she giggled as she danced back to where her mother was waiting. The woman gave me an “I’m sorry,” look, but I smiled and winked. I loved the kid, she was cheerful, polite, and yet, completely fearless.
The check-out line was quite long so I had a chance to observe a few more folks. The woman ahead of me was struggling a bit. She had a baby in a carrier and twin boys of about two or three in the cart. One little guy was wearing a red hat. His brother’s hat was in his pocket.
To their credit the boys were no trouble at all. Their legs were through the rails and swinging gently. Their elbows rested on the top rail and they were completely oblivious to the rest of the world. They chatted away to each other in a language only they could understand, using hand gestures to emphasize a point or to express an emotion.
Their mom passed a piece of candy to one boy who popped it into his mouth. She then passed him a second one. He handed that one to his brother who nodded as he accepted it. They picked up their conversation once again, ignoring the comings and goings of the rest of the world.
I had a visual of them seventy years from now, sitting in rockers on the front porch, elbows resting on their knees, swapping lies about the glory days. Great kids.
So, how about you? Have you encountered any interesting folk lately? Tell us about them.
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