I was in my local supermarket today, doing that twice monthly shop which I hate, the baby formula, nappies and toiletries shop….it costs a fortune but there is nothing nice in there, no lovely packet of biscuits or nice bottle of shampoo! My eldest son was in school, so it was just me the baby and my daughter, little guy in the trolley and little gal running alongside of us! Now my supermarket has a scanner thing, so you scan your shopping as you put it into the trolley, so we always have great fun, trying to discuss who is gonna scan what, she actually loves throwing the stuff into the trolley.
So we had made it as far as the vegetables, and she was getting me to pick her up to weigh the fruit, baby was chewing a bread roll and screaming, in the trolley, when we were approached by a blue rinsed elderly lady. She oohed and ahhed over my weenies, she then launched into a tirade against men (I’m thinking she noticed my lack of wedding rings) she told me that they were some kind of different species from us, that women were the stronger sex and there was nothing we couldn’t do (maybe she was an arthritic lesbian looking for a younger woman?) I smiled politely and nodded at the appropriate moments, eventually I untangled myself and headed to the world food section.
I met this old dear on each aisle….every aisle, and she gave me more and more of her life story on each aisle! So by the end I knew she grew up in an orphanage in Cork where they were beaten by the nuns, she never married or had any children. This old dear had very particular ideas about children, she told me to let my children run free, basically that I should encourage the kids to do what ever they believed in! At this point, in the toiletry aisle, Holly decided to run up the aisle and I had to call her back, she ran back to me and the old dear said what a good mother I was and how my children looked so happy.
It’s so funny, I was talking to someone the other day about how people feel like they can say anything to me, maybe I should put this talent to good use? Why is it that people with stories to tell are drawn to me, and maybe I am meant to do something with that? I love meeting people like that, random people who show up in my life at different times! We should be more open to things like that because sometimes these people are sent into our lives for a reason.
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