Am I turning 25 or 75?

Am I turning 25 or 75?

It is wonderful to be able to drive on the interstate and do my shopping in the middle of the day while everyone else is at work, especially at this time of year. I love being in a store when the cashiers are practically begging me to go through their line and they’re still in a pretty good mood since nobody’s been a jerk to them yet.

When I lived in Logan and ventured out in the middle of the day I felt like I fit in with the middle of the day crowd. I remember one day in particular that I went to JoAnn’s  while I was pregnant. As I examined bolts of fabric I noticed that all the other ladies there were either pregnant or toting around young children and everyone’s projects ranged from baby quilt to nursery curtains. After feeling like such an eyesore when I worked at the middle school or wandered onto USU’s campus, I felt like I’d finally found the place where I belonged. I even jokingly told Noel later that day, “I think I’ve found my people.”

It isn’t quite the same here. Today I needed to pick up a few items to finish a Christmas gift, so Cooper and I headed to Hobby Lobby. We’d had an ambitious morning, so we arrived about 10 minutes before the store opened. As I sat in the car talking to Cooper, I looked around the parking lot and realized that we weren’t alone.  About two minutes before opening time, car doors opened and a stream of older ladies headed into the store. When I went to check out, the cashier informed the woman in front of me that the coupon she’d given her was a Michael’s coupon, which started a whole lot of purse rummaging. I had to suppress a chuckle at how stereotypical the situation seemed. I was a little alarmed though, when I held up the line myself while I rummaged through my coin pocket trying to locate six pennies. Thankfully no one seemed to mind.

So, today I am grateful for crowd avoidance and the camaraderie I share with  little old ladies.

3 thoughts on “Am I turning 25 or 75?

  1. Reminds me of a time when you and I decided to rumage through our shoes to pay for our 48 cents worth of gas! I was just laughing about that the other day…I have to say that I am slightly jealous of you for being able to go to the store in the middle of the day, by the time I get to the store, I pretty much have to wake up the cashiers to help me check out:) I hope that you and Noel have a very happy Thanksgiving!



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