Sometimes I Wish...

...that a feeling of social obligation didn't prevent me from telling people when I think they do something amazing.

So I was in the Carrboro Harris Teeter, picking out some Romaine lettuce, and I saw this girl buying some other sort of vegetable down towards the bakery. I was in that grocery store mood: running through my head, trying to compile a mental list of things to buy, and then to keep it in mind while still looking for unexpected bargains. I suppose this is why people make "grocery lists" to begin with, but if I do that then I'll miss the mood, which is half the reason for going to the grocery store anyway. (The other half, of course, is beer.)

Anyway, the girl turned her cart around, pushed off, and rolled on the cart for about fifteen feet. JUST LIKE I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO WHEN I WAS A KID (but my mom wouldn't let me). And then when she was done, she kept on walking and shopping like a normal adult, as if rolling around on a grocery cart were just the same as walking. And I wanted to say to her: "That was amazing. You just reminded me to never grow up all the way. Thank you for that."

But, of course, I feel like I'm not supposed to say things like that to strangers. So I tucked away the memory, and now I have put it on this blog. So maybe that's something.