She pauses, looks up, squints and figures out labels. Decisions. Behind her another examines an item, replaces it on the shelf. Our supermarket aisle, the whole super market is in pause and ponder mode. We are not shopping for the next meal, we’re shopping for Christmas. A porridge of slow moving people who are patient, pleasantries exchanged.
The intersection, busiest I’ve seen since I moved here. Cars wait, indicators winking, time to nod, shout a quip to a fellow pensioner on the footpath. Road rules politely oberved, Indicators wink, wink, wink.
Shopping lugged from car to larder, or stuffed in the fridge. After Christmas that fridge will have the Big Dig. ‘Best Before,’ da de dah.
A humid early summer afternoon.
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