Can We Do the Cart-Yak Somewhere Else?

Look, I get it—you are out shopping for Sunday dinner and you run into a friend at the grocery store. You want to catch up, so you park your carts end to end and start yakking. However, there is precious little real estate in the grocery aisles for such chats. Heck, there’s hardly any room for two carts to pass each other in the isles.

I don’t know if this is a lack of common sense and/or courtesy, or maybe this is how things are at this point in time. I always give a pass to the elderly (well, more elderly than me); they move slowly and they have to do what they have to do before their energy runs out. Besides, they are elders and should be respected.

But if you are healthy, strong and have a few working brain cells, could you not block up half the isle, and go somewhere else to have your chats? I think that I attract these folks, too. Just yesterday I wanted to end my shopping with a bag of multigrain bagels. I went to the right isle and there were two gals, cart to cart, yakking away and standing right in front of the multigrain bagels.

As I really don’t like confronting people, I just went down the isle and shopped in a few other isles. I came back four times to pick up my damn bagels and they were still there, talking and blocking. Finally I just asked if I could squeeze in to grab the bagels. They were fine about it, but still went right back to catching up.

Perhaps this is a parenting issue; I can’t really tell. Back when I was growing up, I was reminded on a daily basis that the world did not revolve around me. And should I forget to address an elder respectfully, there were serious repercussions. “Please” and “thank you” were spoken on a daily basis, and everyone held the door open for the next person. You were aware of other people around you at all times, and acted accordingly.

Things were different back then. These days, sadly, it seems that common sense is no longer common, manners have gone the way of the do-do bird, and being aware of others just isn’t on the radar.

Speaking as a do-do bird myself, I miss those times.

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