Shopping with Grandmom (standard:humor, 1144 words)
Author: MizMaggz	Added: Feb 15 2002	Views/Reads: 3325/2127	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Who would have known that a simple trip to the grocery store could have ever been so adventurous?

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"feeling-sorry-for-myself" stage and telling myself that if I never saw 
this store again, it would be too soon.  Looking for anything to keep 
my mind busy, I began to examine my grandmother.  To my amazement, she 
didn't look the slightest bit tired.  As a matter of fact, she looked 
quite comfortable in these surroundings - as if this were her second 
home. 

All of a sudden, I was jerked out of my thoughts by something.  Had I
heard correctly?  Was it really time to head for the check-out stand?  
At first I thought I was dreaming.  Yet when my grandmother pointed 
towards the front of the store, I knew it was true.  Suddenly, I felt a 
spurt of energy coursing through my body, and I had to try very hard 
not to race down the aisle towards the check-out stands.  The joy I 
felt decreased slightly as I noticed the horde of people already in 
line.  It was the fact that we would be leaving soon that kept me 
going.  Besides, the cart would hold me up for the time being. 

The shopping cart did indeed hold me up.  Nowadays, when I look back
over the past three years, I realize this scene was repeated on 
numerous occasions - each time ending with me being emotionally and 
physically drained and telling myself "never again."  But for reasons 
unknown, I kept going back again and again, perhaps just to spend some 
time with my grandmother.  I must admit the duration of my patience 
grew longer with each trip although still, I was usually a little 
frazzled by the end. 

From these experiences, I must admit that I learned two things: 1) Never
go shopping on a Saturday morning, and 2) Never underestimate the 
stamina of one's grandmother.


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