At the mall
20 April 2007 19:29![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today I engaged in some hit-and-run shopping (go in, get the things, get out) at the mall, but my fast get-away was halted at the entrance of the mall. A huge knot of people had halted in the door and were discussing where they wanted to have lunch, oblivious to, or ignoring, the people who wanted to get into or out of the Mall. People had to push though the group, only to be greeted with angry words. The poor trolley kids had to abort their runs up the ramp and their long strings of shopping trolleys were sliding down hill. I waited.
A heavy trolley rumbled past pushed by... HER! The old Masarati Quattroporte driver! Her trolley was loaded up with eggs, milk, a bag of dog biscuits, bags of potting mix, lead weights, large rocks... she had a very heavy trolley, and having got it moving she wasn't going to stop. She aimed at the group blocking the door and kept going. One of the mob looked up and saw a tiny juggernaut powered by a tiny woman whose bowling hat bearly cleared the trolley handle, almost on top of them. They gave some shouts of alarm, swore a bit, and someone gave a cry of pain as they cleared out of the way. Mrs Masarati ploughed right through them breaking up the mob and clearing a way for all the other people to pour through the gap after her.
Which we did. I noticed the trolley kids laughing as I passed them.
I must admit I was smiling as well.
A heavy trolley rumbled past pushed by... HER! The old Masarati Quattroporte driver! Her trolley was loaded up with eggs, milk, a bag of dog biscuits, bags of potting mix, lead weights, large rocks... she had a very heavy trolley, and having got it moving she wasn't going to stop. She aimed at the group blocking the door and kept going. One of the mob looked up and saw a tiny juggernaut powered by a tiny woman whose bowling hat bearly cleared the trolley handle, almost on top of them. They gave some shouts of alarm, swore a bit, and someone gave a cry of pain as they cleared out of the way. Mrs Masarati ploughed right through them breaking up the mob and clearing a way for all the other people to pour through the gap after her.
Which we did. I noticed the trolley kids laughing as I passed them.
I must admit I was smiling as well.
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 10:13 (UTC)Any normal person would... but being a former grocery store cart wranger (trolley kid) and cashier makes me wish doubly so.
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 13:19 (UTC)BRAVA!:D
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 13:54 (UTC)i have to say... once a trolley is loaded up with heavy stuff and travelling down hill.... nothing is going to stop it!!! LOL! our shopping centre has a down ramp... you take your life in your hands to dawdle there!
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 14:01 (UTC)Being a rude American (unlike these polite chaps doing the blocking) I'd probably have walked up and said "Excuse me, coming through". And then come through.
But... HER! Glee! The great thing about age - no bothering with "Excuse me" just barrel on through.
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 17:42 (UTC)"Love it, love it -- goes for all those who walk through a doorway and then stop dead, blocking access and egress -- in any room, in any building.. etc. etc. Watch out for me when I hit 80!! I'm going to buy me a green maserati. Love THAT image!!! ".
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Date: 20 Apr 2007 19:28 (UTC)no subject
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