i pulled into the parking lot. aside from a couple pedestrians, there were no squealing mini vans tumbling with small children. there were no gigantic boat-like Cadillacs with frosty-haired octogenarian women fully decked out in "1920s errand" gear (i.e. silky animal print tunics, creased slacks, bold lipstick, and sensibly fashionable shoes with some sort of shiny hardware). there were no random middle-aged men doing last minute flower shopping. no, the parking lot was serene and chaos-free. i breathed a sigh of relief.
no scrapping for carts, no jockeying for position in the produce department. i browsed the apples at my leisure. i doubled back when i'd missed something and turned on a dime, instead of having to make a wide swing back to avoid the most congested aisles. no one gave me dirty looks, no one crowded me in front of the cheese display. i took my time reading the label on the Simply Apple juice. and despite all this pleasant lingering, i was out of there in 20 minutes or less. simply delightful!
call me crazy, but when i do things like run commonplace errands late at night, i begin to think i'm the only person alive in the world who knows me. i nod anonymously to the women who also choose to shop at this peaceful hour and daydream about why they've chosen to do their shopping at that time. have the first few weeks of your husband's retirement left you yearning for an escape from the house? are your children long gone and you're savoring the ability to go about whenever you please? are you silently composing poetry about the lonely carnations left in the flower buckets?
i want to know, but i'm happy to daydream my guesses.
that's poetry of its own, you know --- absorbing one's own observations about ordinary life. i move about in a lovely world, finding my way amongst the cosmetics and the toothpaste and the cinnamon bread.
what's in your lovely world?
in other news, i wouldn't mind zipping around (at 10 o' clock, the backseat rustling with monterey jack and cherry yogurt) in one of THESE! i used to think they were pathetically miniature, but with gas prices what they are, perhaps they're worth more than they appear to be by mere measurement :)
happy wednesday, all.
4 comments:
i want one as well, though i fear matt would never fit. i mean, isn't that pretty much the size of his foot?
..THE SIZE OF HIS FOOT.......ha hahahahah.
I loved this post. It reminds me of a poem by a Canadian, Al Purdy, called "Shopping at Loblaws" which, while reading, I always fail to keep a straight face.
Not to rain on your parade but minis actually get bad gas mileage.My friend has one. They are too powerful. They ususally have a large engine. You are probably better off in your toyota. I know Im horrible promoting foreign when I live in the Motor city.
that's okay sarah...you are someone who is informed on the things that matter, whereas i am concerned with things that are pretty :)
no, but really, when i was "building my own mini" on the website and checked the gas mileage, i was surprised it wasn't higher. might as well spend the money on a hybrid, but wow, are they expensive...
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