After our exercise class on Tuesday we wandered into the local supermarket for a couple of things: six slices of corned beef from the deli, a loaf of bread, four cooking apples ... and in the fruit and veg department I picked up a bag of green grapes, probably from Nicaragua or somewhere. At the checkout, the young girl, probably on work experience said to Marilyn,
'Did you realise this bag of grapes is $29?'
Marilyn recoiled in horror. "Take them, back,' she ordered, 'and get the red ones. They'll be cheaper.'
'Yes, dear,' I muttered.
It seems we've reached a stage in our lives when members of the public believe we need looking after and I'm not sure what I think about that.
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