She stepped into the purview of the electric eye and the door opened. Sometimes, for her own amusement, she’d make little “magic” gestures with her hands as if casting an “open door” spell on the front of the supermarket, but not today. Not every day needed magic.
She hadn’t been in a large grocery store for months. She’d resolved to shop local and the store near her mountain house was small, expensive and had a limited selection. This was, OH MY GOD! Three of the little local store would fit in here…
“Vons shoppers. In our deli department we’re having a sale on tapioca pudding. Bring a great dessert home to your family tonight.”
“Hmm, I guess someone might think tapioca pudding from Vons is a ‘great’ dessert.” She laughed to herself, then began her exploration of the uncharted wilds of the new, and very super, market.
Oh wow. There was her favorite pasta sauce. Oh man. They had her favorite Italian brand of soda! Oh wow, there was EVERYTHING and it was CHEAP(er). A wonderful selection of vegetables and fruit. Raspberries! A display piled high with her favorite apples! Oh MAN!!! She headed down the frozen food aisle and then it happened.
From the loudspeakers above her head she heard…
“I’m OLD,” she stopped in her tracks. “When the music of your youth is background music at the grocery store, that’s it. You’re over.”
She walked solemnly up and down the aisles. Reaching the checkout counter, she loaded her things onto the conveyer belt. “How are you today?” asked the checker.
“I’m here,” she answered, offering facts where there were no feelings.
“Did you find everything you wanted?”
“Have a nice day!”