This isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed this situation—I think the first time was in junior high school—but it may be the first time I have thought about it beyond the immediate flash of irritation.
I decided to give Trader Joe’s another chance, as they have better pre-prepared meals, frozen or otherwise, than anyone else, and perhaps because a storm was looming, the line to get into the store was tolerable, and appeared to be moving quckly. By the time I got close to the Promised Land, however, the line was growing behind me rapidly.
An apparently elderly woman approached the entrance from the parking lot. The woman who was first in line waved her to the front of the line, and the senior was able to grab a cart immediately. She thanked the younger woman profusely, over and over.
There were more than ten hopeful shoppers behind me in line at that point. including at least one who looked no younger than the lady who got a pass.
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