Rascals

Ever been to a grocery store during the middle of the day during the middle of the week? It’s like going to a rascal derby. I went to the grocery store around 2pm yesterday and there must have been a dozen of them roaming the aisles looking for bologna to fry. The best part of the experience was the honking. I kept hearing one of those motorized chairs beeping. I kept thinking to myself “that’s one ballsy elder.” Later, I learned that the many models beep when in reverse—I was disappointed.

The Old Ones using them were all very polite, although some had the meanest, foulest scowl you could imagine. I guess I would be looking sour if I needed wheels to get around in a grocery store. They did cause a lot of congestion. At one point I went all the way down to the other end of the aisle to get around them. They tend to pop the clutch and talk to the staff. Fortunately I’m not old enough (yet), to find grocery store employees stimulating conversationalists.