So I smiled a thank you to the waitress, coyly looked around (no one is looking) and I licked each delicious, tasty finger — then turned to the napkins. Yummy.
When it comes to shopping, most of us seniors find that rather tedious. I used to enjoy and look forward to finding new products and meal suggestions. But today it’s the penny-pinching again. There are so many unhappy faces as I glance at the shoppers selecting products from the shelves, reading labels and comparing prices. There are very few smiling faces, if any.
My husband doesn’t enjoy shopping, like we gals do. In fact when I was younger and I used to, as the expression goes, “shop til you drop.” Clearance racks were never missed and each shop in a mall was perused. That’s just another old-age disappointment, for energy is at a minimum and the “necessaries” come first — the supermarket.
My shopping list is divided between my hubby and myself. He goes in one direction and I in another. We meet at a designated spot at a given time, check shopping cart items and then head for the check out. We plan to save time, energy and also the expense of those extra items if we shop when we’re hungry.
Sounds like a good solution for the task but, sorry to say, things never seem to be so simple. I sometimes forget my list or we didn’t write down the items we should have.
There are many intriguing new displays to investigate, a visit to the restroom, and always bumping into friends you haven’t seen in a long time. A glance at my watch and I have to hurry to find my “better half.” Thank goodness for the thoughtful store manager who has placed several benches for us oldsters to collapse on — there he is.