Today we went to Wal-Mart. We spend a lot of time at Wal-Mart. It is the social center of this rural community and we have to drive 16 miles to go there. We enjoy people-watching and think people probably watch us too.
Today we observed an elderly couple (meaning they were MUCH older than we). They entered Wal-Mart with big grins on their faces. They tottered behind their grocery cart and I happened to glance up just as they were passing the Deli. At the Deli, the cooks were just placing some chicken in the deep fryer. The loud sizzle, pop and puff of smoke caught the attention of the elderly woman who happily squealed something, slapped the old man on the shoulder and pointed to the rising steam. They both laughed and clapped -- I kid you not, they clapped -- in delight over the frying chicken.
A whole new meaning to an old song, Afternoon Delight.
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