The gift to choose the line that takes the longest
What a wonderful day I've had. My son and his family came for an overnight visit and we had such a good time together. My son helped me with computer stuff, and helped me add a subtitle to my blog.
The weather was mild and beautiful. We went shopping at Walmart for a little while. I met three friends and enjoyed some good conversation with them while my family went their way in the store. Isn't it neat how we can see friends while shopping though we live in the same town and haven't seen them for some time? If I'm ever really bored and lonely, I could just go browse through Walmart and talk to people I know and get my "people" fix.
I only bought a handful of things, --a can of tomato juice, several seed packets (ever the optimist about growing flowers, even though I wonder where I can plant them because my flower beds are already so full) and a vacuum deoderant packet. I chose a short line and waited to be checked out. I knew I'd be finished before my family but I wouldn't mind waiting for them.
Ha! I have the gift of picking the check out line that's going to take the longest time! I don't know how long I waited before I realized that clerk wasn't actually checking the customer's purchases. She was fiddling with the bag caddy. Then when she finally got started, she worked very slowly and the woman had a huge amount of purchases. While the clerk was slowly checking one counterful of groceries, my family went past the front of the check out counter on their way to the car with their stuff all bagged and paid for. They waved good-bye to me! But I knew they'd wait for me at the car.
The woman ahead of me saw that I only had the few items and graciously told me that I could go ahead of her. I was grateful for this kindness but the woman ahead of me was not quite half finished getting her stuff out of her cart and I still had at least 10 more minutes to wait. While she waited for the clerk to make more room on the counter for her to put the rest of her stuff out to be rung up, she explained to me that she lives about 20 miles away and she only comes to our town to shop once in a while, and when she does, she stocks up, to make it worthwhile. Her bill came to $121! She thought it was going to be more than that. I said that I could understand why she would want to stock up when she comes to shop.
Eventually it was my turn, and in just a few more minutes, I was on my way home with my family.
They've gone home now. As usual after a time of family being here, the house is quiet and empty without them. The dogs both seem exhausted from all the fun with more people around. It's a quiet evening here. I think I'll rest, too.
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