Dosquatch I love grocery shopping. I go often.

Just today, in fact. I was out and about, and I saw an old lady struggling with a full pull cart, making her way home from the store.

"May I help you?" I queried as she was about to cross the street.

"Oh, what a sweet young man," she gushed. "Certainly, I'd appreciate that very much."

"It's no problem at all," I replied. "Isn't this a lovely day?"

"Oh, it's gorgeous. I used to love days like this when I was a girl. Me and my friends would play in the park when our chores were done, running and picking flowers. Oh, life was so much simpler then."

"I can imagine."

"You're such a sweetheart," she observed of me as we reached the other side of the street. "Nobody helps each other anymore."

"I know. It's really a shame," I said, and pushed her into traffic.

As I was making my way back home with my groceries, I reflected on how much I like grocery shopping. I never know what I'm going to get.
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