My Favorite Place Of The Grocery Store

It’s late in the morning and my mother and I are out and about, running our usual errands. Well , it’s mostly her running errands and me tagging along for the pleasure of her company. As we approach my favorite place in the entire world, the grocery store, I make sure my hair is settled neatly into its high ponytail and my sweater is fitted perfectly considering the gloomy weather. I step out into the September air and the first thing I notice is the parking lot, scarce but not vacant. Cars are scattered in various parking spaces, giving the parking lot the illusion of a set of teeth with more than a few gaps. As we enter the store I notice that it is very similar to the parking lot, scarce. “Great,” I think, “We’ll be able to get in and out without the bustle of a normally crowded day.” With lines that stretch for miles and the angry moms yelling for their children, as they continue to run through the aisles with fascination. I take one quick glance around and my eyes rest on the eyes opposite my vision, an old lady stands not too far away. The old lady who just happens to be the main character of this story other than myself. I don’t smile, I don’t blink and I don’t wave. At this point I’m wondering, as all teens wonder when there is an elderly sizing them up in the middle of the grocery store. “Is this too much cleavage, or are my pants too tight?” Maybe she knows who I am, but I couldn’t recall ever seeing her elsewhere. The staring battle ends as the old lady settles her face in a frown of disappointment and makes a hasty retreat. At this point the staring battle has ended, but my thoughts are racing, she looked at me as if I had single handedly ruined the world. To some my generation surely would, but could we really be tha...

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...ling to cast aside my pride for a moment to end this silent dispute. With that notion, I stare into the old lady 's eyes and do the very last thing she would have expected me to do, I smile. Not so much as a greeting, but as a sign of appreciation, to say “Thank you”. To my surprise, she smiles too, and with that the battle ends. I beam with pride as I remember the old lady three days later with her cart of flowers and cat food.. I beam because at that moment and with that one gesture she said something extremely important. A secret coded message. a message I thought I would never hear from an old wise person considering my youthful nature. I never thought I would be able to properly lead the world to victory, but it seems I was unaware of my own abilities. At that moment, I became aware because with that one gesture, that one simple gesture she said “ I trust you”.