I thought I’d share this old man story from the other day when the family and I were at the local supermarket getting the groceries, hence the “Old man look at my life” title.
We were just walking into Woolworths and we had to go around an elderly gentleman on the way into the little gates that open automatically.
He was stationary and had one of those trolleys with two wheels on it that a lot of elderly do, I watched him as we went past because he was a pretty slow mover and I have a tendency to help old people out if they drop something or need something lifted etc, he was slowly going from pocket to pocket feeling for something.
First front pockets of jeans, then back, then pocket in shirt, then front pocket of the little trolley.
We had already entered the supermarket and I was still hawking him and said to the hugs n kisses “I bet he has misplaced his wallet, I hope it wasn’t stolen the poor bugger”, we started to feel sorry for him then as we had hit the fruit section and were starting to get vegetables and fruit, both of us were looking, well, more me looking and keeping an eye on things.
I was thinking to myself, should I go and ask if he is alright? Does he need a hand? How is he going to get home, did he come on the bus and now he will be stranded etc etc.
There were a fair few questions running around in my head.
