- paper goods
- 3 small bananas
- 1/2 lb. roast beef
- dish detergent
That’s it — I’m done.
Moving down the aisle from the deli section on my way to the check out line, two wagons blocked my way. No one was paying attention, so I took a detour to the left. It was the bakery area, but I knew I was o.k. The showcase was to my left, so I looked to the right as I passed it (Just to be on the safe side — trying to avoid temptation.)
“Miss, Miss, excuse me. Miss!” I turned to my left and a frail, elderly lady was smiling at me. She was standing, slightly hunched over, in front of the showcases filled with you know what. I’m tall, so I’m used to people asking me to get them items from the high shelves. But, there were no shelves.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said, appearing to be confused.
“How can I help you?”
And then it began. A LONG story, with much pointing out of the various pastries.
“I’m having 5 people over for bridge today. So far I have this,” she said, pointing to the container of fruit in her cart. “But I can’t decide what pastries to get. Do you think two of the tarts, two of the giant chocolate cookies and maybe eight of the rainbow cookies would be enough?”
My mouth began to salivate, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know.” I started to walk away.
“Wait, please, I really need your help,” she pleaded. “Maybe I should get the mini chocolate ganache cakes too. What do you think?”
THERE’S NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD, that’s what I think!
I took a deep breath and said, “Maybe you should ask the baker, she’s the expert.” I started to scoot away. “Wait,” she called out. I turned and pointed to the woman behind the counter. “She’s right there; she’ll be able to answer your questions.”
I took off like a bat out of hell! Once on line, I checked out my items and was on my way. Before leaving, I glanced over at the bakery section. She was still there, debating with the baker. I smiled
Walking to the car, I gave myself a virtual pat on the back. I made it out — sugar free. Good for me!
Another battle won. One day at a time.