Day 162
It’s one of those gorgeous
spring days when people talk to strangers like they’re friends.
I zip through Kroger and grab
the few items I need for dinner. I
want to spend as little time inside today as is humanly possible.
An elderly woman pulls in next
to me as I’m unloading my bags into my car.
“Can I have your cart if you’re
done?” she asks.
I’m using one of the smaller
double-decker carts. While not
everyone might agree, I love the smaller compact carts for quick trips. I turn the cart and push it towards her
handle first. That’s when I notice
her cane.
She grabs the handle and places
her cane in the backseat of her car.
It never occurred to me until now that the smaller carts also are
makeshift walkers with places for canned corn.
I hold the back of the cart and
she shifts her weight to balance herself.
“Do you need anything else from
the car?”
“My purse. In the front seat.”
I turn, hand her purse then shut
the car door.
We stand and chitchat about the
weather and how the first burst of spring makes us both feel. Happy.
I’m feeling happy.
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