The kids did not have school on Monday so we (me, the kids, the dog, and one of Gray's friends) decided to go to the lake house and hang out for a couple of days. There is something about getting away from the "city" and going about 2 hours East to rural. I am really a rural girl at heart and you know what they say, "You can take the girl out of Kansas, but you can not take the Kansas out of the girl." So true, so true. When we go, it always seems that we need to go into town and this time was no different. List in hand, Mason and I are off to Mt. Pleasant to pay a visit to Brookshire's. If you haven't guessed by now, I love to go grocery shopping and the adventure is even better when it is in a small town. Of course the minute we walk in, the high school girls who are cashiers all turn and look at Mason (6'1'', less than 2% body fat). You know they are thinking....there's a new boy in town (yup, please feel free to sing along). Lettuce - check, milk - check, cinnamon rolls - check, cheese - check, chips - check and off to the check-out. And this is when I meet Krysten. Cute, perky, local girl who is definitely checking out more than just my groceries (she was definitely scanning him up and down). She tells me, "That will be $37.06 (full disclosure - we had a few impulse purchases.....Bone for the dog and Little Debbie Nutty Bars)." And I say, "Waahoo - what a bargain, I should have bought more." And Krysten looks up and says to me, "Did you just say Waahoo?" I say cautiously "Y e s, I did, why?" "I have never heard that word before," she said. Me - "Really???" Krysten - "Really." (Then I think to, myself, "Okay, well it is kinda of an old word and I don't use it that often, but it is 2010. Is it that strange of a word?") "Hi, my name is Donna......" Then it hits me like a load of bricks....she is engaging me in conversation in hopes that Mason will jump in and participate. No such luck Krysten - Mason is a man of few words and a conversation at the grocery in Mt. Pleasant is definitely not on his radar. Groceries bagged and I get ready to push the cart out and I am practically accosted by the bag boy. Yeah, you heard me right - bag boy. The bag boys still take your groceries to your car in Mt. Pleasant and they take their job seriously - this is old school baby.
With the bag boy in tow, we head to the car. Mason sums up his take of the adventure in a slightly condescending tone, "Coming to Brookshire's, must be the family thing to do - I have so many families coming here together. Why? And did you see the riding lawn mower for sale near the soda aisle" My reply? "Well, it is late Sunday afternoon in a small town. That's the way it used to be it in the Little Apple. Aunt Sondra and I always seemed to be with Nana Jan when she went to Dutch Maid or Dillons (if we were lucky - Dillons - they had all the cute bag boys). Aww -those were the days."
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, they were selling fresh green beans in Glad Ziploc bags - as if they were just picked from someones garden. Mason shuddered at the fact and said, I am sure that's not up to safety standards.....Ziploc bags? Are you kidding me?" I just smiled and thought, You're right. You would never see that in Dallas. Mt Pleasant for sure and maybe in the Little Apple, but that's just the way we roll...old school baby!!!
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