I’ve never claimed to be a genius. In fact, on most days I am happy to be considered somewhere between subnormal and a blithering idiot. And those are the good days! But something happened yesterday that makes me wonder if I’ve crossed the line into senility and not realized it. I mean, if you’re senile, how do you know you’re senile if someone doesn’t tell you? Do you get a memo or an e-mail alerting you to your new status?
Here’s what happened. When we lived in Florida, we always shopped at a nearby Publix supermarket and we were very happy with the selection of products available, the layout of the store, and the personnel. Here in Alabama, the closest Publix is on McFarland Boulevard in Northport. As grocery stores go, I suppose it’s adequate, but it doesn’t hold a candle to any of the Publix stores we shopped at in Florida. They never seem to have even the most basic things, like chocolate milk, the type of cream Terry prefers, buttermilk, or King Arthur flour. It’s not that Publix doesn’t stock these items, they just always seem to be out of some or all of them every time we’ve gone shopping.
So yesterday, we went to another Publix in a different area, and maybe a mile or two farther than we have been driving. What a difference! Not only did they have everything we wanted, but they also had plenty of it. The store seems newer, the layout is user friendly, and we both agreed that it’s definitely worth the extra few minutes it takes to drive there.
Now I will say that I’ve never been in a Publix that didn’t have friendly employees who go out of their way to help you. Which takes us back to the topic of this blog. While we were there, I needed to make a pit stop, but because the store is laid out differently than the one we’re familiar with, I didn’t know where the restrooms were. Fortunately, there was a young lady stocking items on a shelf, and I asked her for directions. She told me they were at the front of the store, and then asked, “Do you need me to take you?”
Huh? Take me? I haven’t needed anybody to take me to the bathroom since I was about two years old. Then I began to wonder. Am I so senile that I looked like I couldn’t handle a simple basic function like that on my own? How come nobody told me? Or have they told me, and I don’t remember it? I asked Terry if she thought I was senile and needed help going to the bathroom, and she just smiled at me lovingly and said, “Depends.”
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.
Thought For The Day – Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.