Yesterday with my husband at the wheel, we rounded a corner
and came upon three boys on skateboards in the middle of the street. They were smack dab in the center of our
lane, but they were focused on the on-coming car in the other lane. My husband had to brake and had to use the
horn before they even realized we had come up behind them.
A few blocks later as we approached an intersection, I
commented that there were more kids in the street ahead of us…but….when we got
closer, we realized they weren’t kids. A
couple, who appeared to be in their 50s or 60s, was crossing the street. Actually it was hard to tell their ages. The man walked erectly and seemed sturdy, but
the woman was unsteady and her back was bent both forwards and sideways. With great effort, she was pushing a shopping
cart which had one wheel wobbling around at an awkward angle. In the cart were two 24 can cartons of beer.
“Oh,” I sighed, taking in the wobbly cart, the abundance of
booze, the frail woman doing the heavy work as the man sauntered along, “What
is wrong with this picture?”
“Everything,” my husband sadly replied.
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