“A store in town has activity books for the kids; can we go?”
Now that we’ve expanded our bubble, I’m thinking of ways to entertain the grandchildren. I haven’t set foot in a store for three months. The idea excites me.
“Better put on something decent,” I tell Ric laughingly. I pull out a top I bought last summer and haven’t worn yet and throw on a pair of capris. Luckily, they fit.
While we’re in town we pop into the spice shop, and then the hardware store. We wear our masks, only touch what we’re going to buy, and don’t linger near anyone. Armed with purchases, and feeling chuffed that we’ve supported local businesses, we head home.
That’s when I realize I had my pants on inside out.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I moan. Ric glances my way and shrugs – he’s not the most observant.
Then, I laugh. The privilege of being old.
And there you have it: your theme for the week. It’s not necessary to use the word ‘privilege’ in your post, and any form of creativity is welcome.
Look forward to your responses.