I’m not a big fan of the grocery store… In general, I’m there for the staples. Most know that I don’t cook, so it’s like milk, diet coke, deli meat, cheese, bread, bananas, stuff like that. I’m not cookin’ it up, so I get in, get out, and am usually WAY overdue when I go…
So, Tuesday night (this was right before the old broncitis hit me), I stopped by my local Hen House Market on my way home. I hadn’t talked to Spillman in a while, so I rang him on my way. We were getting caught up, so the conversation went into the grocery store with me. Now, seriously… I think since I’m not a fan of the g.c. anyway, I talk on the phone 100% of the time I’m in that place. Even through the check-out lane. An ex-girlfriend of mine (not sure if you’re reading or not) HATED that I did that.
Anyhow, as I entered the HHM (Hen House Market), I grabbed my mini-green cart. When I did this “aged” lady (she was probably in her 50’s or 60’s, but my mom still looks younger) walks past me, shaking her head. She even scowled. (If you’re wondering what her scowl looked like, check this out). I’m in the deli, she cruises past me - same thing - shaking head, scowl. Then, in the beverage aisle, same thing - shaking head, scowl. Now, folks, I’m not talking at the top of my lungs. Even Spillman can attest to that. Of course, I was giving him the play-by-play. I’m not being obnoxoious. In fact, I counted 11 people in the busy store on their cell phones that evening.
Then, as I was grabbing my 2% milk, the fourth instance - this time, she was racing towards me and I could see four to five shakes of her head:
Jason: Excuse me, maam, do you have a problem?
Grocery Store Lady: Yes, you need to get off your cell phone in the grocery store.
Jason: Why?
Grocery Store Lady: You should learn to talk on the telephone at home.
Jason: Well, you should learn to embrace technology. It is 2008.
Spillman heard it all. I was proud of myself, as she raced past me, really pissed off now. I made a point to make sure I was in the same aisle as she was the rest of my visit. Spillman was cracking up in my pursuit.
It did make me think of Nanny, though. She would sit in the kitchen, the old rotary dial phone on the wall on Milhaven, big long messed up curly string from the phone to the receiver, and she would talk on the phone. No where else in that house did I see her talk on the phone (even though they had this little phone “inlet” in the wall down in the basement)… My, how technology has changed. I still don’t feel bad. It’s not like I was cussing or telling dirty jokes or making fun of old people…
I laugh. I hope you do too.