trustworthy 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. ~"~ 040421 what's it to you? who go blather from