Zeta told me there was ice on the cars, yesterday. When I passed this on to J, he said that it has been a long time since we had to be out early in the cold to go somewhere. Too right. The only reason for our going out relatively early is to beat the crowds of shoppers at Wal Mart, Tarjay or BJ's. Publix crowds I can deal with. I'm taller than a lot of the men, and most of the women. I really am tall. People ask me to hand them items off the top shelf, occasionally.
Yesterday, in the ten-items-express-lane, a well dressed woman stood staring at the three plastic bags on the counter that the cashier had filled with a few groceries. The transaction was complete but she waited behind the handle of her cart for the elderly cashier to come around the counter and place the few bags in her cart. She pushed them out the door by her very own self, however.
I grimaced a little at the cashier (I know her from my many trips to the store) and muttered, "That was strange."
"Sometimes, they want a little more service when they are on food stamps," she answered.
That gave me a whole new perspective on what I had thought was arrogance. You never know . . .