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This woman was digging into her purse. She had this odd color "blond" hair that has been perm. Think of older women from times gone by whose hair resembles a white colored poodle where its curls are in dire need of going to doggie grooming salon. I couldn't see her face. I had to give you folks some sort of image for your minds.
My husband was looking at the fruit section but pushing his cart in a different direction. The lady is speeding her cart while looking inside her purse. It is a collision that is going to happen.
I said a little too loudly to my husband, "Honey, don't hit the old lady" Both stopped dead in their tracks along with every other shopper in hearing range too.
I realized immediately what I said. I quickly cover my mouth in full embarrassment. I am hoping the floor will open up and swallow me.
Old lady doesn't miss a beat and said to me, "You are a hell of lot older than I am". (Keep that one under your hat. It was educational.) She tells me her age. I tell her my age. There is a man that is standing in earshot of us whose shoulders are going up and down like crazy. He is holding his stomach. He starts to walk away and can't walk a straight line. I think this older man is going to blow a gasket from not trying to let out escaped laugh sound.
Every time that lady saw me in the store I swear her eyes were calling me "Old biddy".
I asked my husband do I look older than she does... He said he isn't answering that question.
