I don’t know if I’ve told you that I am one of those impossibly lucky women who gets to be married to an impossibly awesome husband. Mr. Mock handles all of the grocery shopping, and most of the cooking at our house. And he’s one of those super friendly grocery shoppers who makes friends with all of the grocery store employees, and talks sports with the baggers and chit chats with the meat counter people and just in general spreads sunshine at the grocery store whenever he goes. Mr. Mock is also a very efficient shopper. He can do a full week’s shop super fast, because he’s uber organized and has a process and doesn’t stray from it.
Today was sort of unusual, because Mr. Mock decided to make a super special New Year’s Eve dinner, and so he went to the grocery store specifically to pick up some steaks and a few other things. And when he got to the meat counter, there was a person or two ahead of him, and so he patiently waited for his turn. Except that what happened is that a whole bunch of old people kept cutting in front of him and acting as though he didn’t even exist. Now, you know I have a huge soft spot for old people. But I’m not a fan of MEAN old people who cut in line and are rude to you. And those were the kind of old people who kept cutting in front of Mr. Mock.
Mr. Mock was getting kind of irritated, but he didn’t say anything right away. And then finally, he caught the eye of the meat manager, who realized what was happening. And the meat manager said to the meat counter workers, “Hey – this young man has been waiting patiently for several minutes now, and you’ve let a bunch of people cut in front of him. You need to serve him next.”
And so those mean old people who had been cutting in front of Mr. Mock turned and glared at him, as if it was Mr. Mock who had done something wrong. And so you know what Mr. Mock said? He said back to the meat manager, “No no – that’s ok. These people can go right ahead. They don’t have much time left.”
And with that, the meat manager doubled over in laughter, the mean old people glared some more, and Mr. Mock finally got his steak. Right from the meat manager, even.
Normally, I wouldn’t condone saying mean things to old people. But these people were jerks. It just goes to show you, old people might be super cute, but they’re not always nice.