Thursday, August 7, 2008

I Love My Town

The other day I was trying to leave the grocery store, but the out door was blocked by an old white man with a buggy. A spiffily dressed old black woman with a walker was trying to make her way in the out door. This is Mississippi, folks, and those racial differences at one time made a huge distinction, especially for folks as old as these two. Besides, you needed the visuals.

A shopper would come up behind us, stop, then whirl around the old man, and breeze out the automatic door, dodging the old woman. The old woman would take two shuffles forward on her walker, trying to give the old man room as he patiently waited for her to clear the path, only to have the door shut again. She was accompanied by her attentive grandson who seemed clueless about the door.

It took two shoppers leaving for me to figure out what was going on. "She said she has to go to the restroom," the grandson said, his voice very quiet, as if that would inform the world why he was trapped, the best years of his life passing him by, here, trying to go in the out door. Being a know-it-all kind of person, instead of whirling between the two myself, I took charge and got the old man out and the old woman in. I don’t know how long it would have taken them otherwise.

Even up until right this minute, I think about them and am tickled to live in a town where people will be so patiently courteous to each other even when it behooves no one.

4 comments:

Keetha said...

What a nice little story. I love your observations.

suzanneelizabeths.com said...

I honestly wish I had a picture of this...your description of it is a darn close second....it sounds precious.

Nicole said...

"Even when it behooves no one."

I love that.

I love you and your town.

I'm glad you helped them. That's one of the things I love about you. =)

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be doing stuff...but I had to see what you'd been up to here as well!

Mental P Mama said...

Love it! I wished I still lived in the South.