It's those darn kids, you know. At about 13 they turn on you. The girls start wearing revealing clothes and savaging their friends behind their backs. And the boys! Those baggy jeans, and the skateboards. And the sullen, insolent stares! And when they grow up it isn't much better. They are a bunch of self absorbed do nothings...video games all day and leaching off of their parents!
I could see it running across her face as she stood in the produce section, waiting her turn to get a plastic bag in which to place her selections.
Stubble and Ms. Flippers were debating the relative merits of Honey Crisp vs. Granny Smith apples, standing in her way, apparently oblivious to a busy woman trying to do her chores and get home.
And then Stubble pulled off a bag, turned to her, and said, "Here you go."
A smile, at first timid and then sincere broke across her face as she said, "Thank you," and turned to select tomatoes.
I guess we did something right.