How do you entertain a ninety year old woman who can barely walk, talks in gibberish, but loves to smile, show off and shake her shoulders at the sound of music? Just take her to Target or Ralph’s where they provide motorized shopping carts, of course. That’s what we’d do on Thursday afternoons.
She had a blast parting the shoppers in her path, negotiating the end of isle turns and trying to escape my watchful eye. Sometimes she’d forget how to turn or even worse, how to brake. With three huge barrels of beans in her path, the wide vegetable aisle was no match for Mom. In horror, I watched her direct collision sending those baskets to the floor! In one quick moment, the black, white and pinto beans became an “assorted variety” covering two aisles.
All I could think of was how will I pay for all these beans? Then I wondered if this was how the saying “spilled beans” came about. Mom thought it was great fun, the manager not so much and I was in tears. Poor Mom was banned from the supermarket and her driving days over forever.