The grocery store where I like to do my shopping is on the same block as a retirement home, and it offers a myriad of free samples -- those two facts make it like Vegas for the the Utah elderly. On the really busy days the aisles are a traffic jam of Jazzies and walkers. You can say "excuse me" and hope someone has a hearing aid turned up, but it's likely you will either have to wait, or find an alternate route.
Meg is like old person crack. Even the most racist curmudgeon cracks a smile when they see her. I cannot make it through the store without being told at least twice that the bakery gives out free cookies, and that all babies love cookies. It doesn't matter if I tell them Meg has no teeth, or that we don't want to give her refined sugar (that one NEVER goes over well, not even with my Mother), or that Meg would just drop it on the floor, looking for the dog to pick it up, they think Meg should have a cookie. Twice I have been hunted down by an elderly do-gooder, who was either sure that I was too dumb to find the bakery, or that I was just too mean to give my baby a cookie. Both times I have picked up said cookie from the floor while Meg looked around for Sally.
I could change grocery stores. I could go to the one by our house which is filled with nothing but college kids, and where beer is always on sale. However, there is a reason I like this store -- and it isn't just the produce -- it's the old people. Every once in a while I witness something that is the definition of awesome. Like today: I was walking out to the parking lot, Meg in the seat, Luke eating chicken fingers, basket full of groceries, Sally waiting in the car -- right behind an elderly couple. They were moving slowly, and I wasn't sure if they had their arms around each other out of affection, or for support. Then, as they turned into their car, they parted, but not before the woman slid her hand down the man's back, and lovingly cupped his butt cheek.
I told you, awesome.
Luke saw it too, and started to say "did she just.." but I put my hand over his mouth, and laughed loudly, hoping they didn't hear it. Then I pulled out my cell phone and made Ryan promise I could grab his ass in public in 40 years.
I will never shop anywhere else.