It was a crazy Sunday in the supermarket the weekend before Thanksgiving. I have been notified that I may very well be on jury duty on the Tuesday and Wednesday before Thanksgiving...so I have had to reevaluate my free time and meal planning for the coming week.
As I entered the market and grabbed a small shopping basket for a few last minute items to make a little birthday cake for DIL, I could feel the tension and energy sucking the oxygen from my space around me. When I scooted past the produce section, I saw there were people everywhere. Mostly couples, perhaps on their way home from church...although not in fancy dress, comparing lists and pointing here and there with their heads close in conversation.
"Where is the condensed milk?" asks one lady with a small child to a woman putting price tags on something.
"Where are the sanitary wipes?" one husband looks up from the list and asks his wife who is perusing the cereal aisle.
"Can you tell me where I can find ginger snaps?" asks one man of the store clerk who is stuffing even more boxes of cream cheese onto the refrigerator shelf.
I sighed and try to get through my list as fast as possible skipping most of the aisles and heading for checkout. EVERY SINGLE CASH REGISTER is BUSY and has at least two groups of customers with full carts waiting in line. EGAD! Now the tension and energy have peaked and my ears are starting to ring. Then I notice that one of the aisles without a light has only one large cart waiting to unload its bounty and I scoot quickly behind. Soon someone is behind me!
"It is OK, Rod, but I am not a big fan of green beans." says the male voice behind me.
"Well, I never made it but it has .....like...fried onions on top...I think you use cream of mushroom soup.."
"Well, I guess I could try it if it wasn't too soupy."
"It is sort of a traditional dish, I think."
Curiouser and curiouser as I want to know what two men look like who talk in detail about a green bean casserole. I put on my best grandma smile and turn to look at them as I unload my last item and put the basket under the counter.
They were in their late 30's or early 40's and dressed in sweater vests like they had just returned from church. They smiled back and appeared to be embarrased that I had overheard their conversation.
The talk continued although they seemed a little awkward with each other.
Finally as I was sliding my credit card, one of the men stopped at the end of the aisle and grabbed a CD from a Christmas display. "Wow...Barbara Streisand...nice."
The other guy laughed..."Barbara Steisand?"
"Well, I like her music!"
"Well...yeah...I guess I wouldn't listen to her everyday." The other man laughed.
I may be wrong...but I think that it is this couple's first Thanksgiving together. What do you think?