Shopping is very much the same here as I guess most small town rural areas are.
I love visiting while I shop, makes an unpleasant task likeable.
When son catches me at Slaveway he always reaches into his pocket and gives person I’m talking to a pretend ear.
Dropped P at library the other day and ran to grocery to pick up just a few items. He thought I had forgotten him. Ran into half dozen former students. Hugs take time. He just laughed and told me how blessed i was.
You make me think of my mother. She always talked to the ladies at the bank in the market and when it moved to its own building. When I went to close out her safe deposit box and told them she had passed they cried and hugged me. I was overcome. Nobody, in all the banks and lawyers and on and on had been anything but polite. These ladies were actually moved. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.
Lol.
“When son catches me at Slaveway he always reaches into his pocket and gives person I’m talking to a pretend ear.”
LOL, I didn’t know you were a chatty Granny.