little old ladies with lemons

18Jan07

At least four mornings a week, after watching the sun come up, I’ll decide to stay awake an extra couple of hours until the grocery store opens. It’s my way of making the most of a sleepless night; this way, when I wake up around four, five p.m., I won’t have to rush to get the day’s supplies before the shops close. It’s an airtight plan.

So at least four mornings a week, I find myself lumbering through the aisles of M&S, navigating a sea of really well put-together little old ladies. Their baskets are full of things like yogurt and lemons and pork chops and parsley. Weekday mornings belong to little old ladies, I think. They generally ignore my trespass, serenely moving around my bulk as I stand mesmerized by the vast wall of ready-made meals, clutching a two liter bottle of diet soda, half asleep, hair on end and headphones blaring. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day.

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