AIN'T LOVE GRAND...
Monday, March 12, 2012 at 07:51PM All I wanted to do was grab a dozen eggs, but apparently a young couple was so overwhelmed with desire in the midst of their grocery shopping that they simply couldn't restrain themselves and were hugging in front of Eggland's Best.
I'm all for love in the afternoon, but clutching each other in the dairy section of the supermarket seemed like overkill. Plus, the lovebirds weren't pint-sized, so they were actually blocking my access to the eggs. I lollygagged near the yogurt to kill time, waiting for the hug to end so I could squeeze over to the shelf of eggs, but Romeo and Juliet weren't budging. Finally, I just reached around and grabbed a carton without them even noticing. When you're in the "Oh, honey, I love you even more for choosing the organic brown eggs," stage, who am I to interfere?
At church a few days later I noticed a couple in a totally different stage of their relationship. A woman had slipped in a few rows ahead of me just as the service began, and shortly after, a man arrived and sat next to her. Of course, I was concentrating devoutly, but still couldn't help noticing that there was something confrontational and angry about his stance. The man whispered to the woman and then he moved a few spaces a way from her. Before church was over, he bent toward her, wagged his finger at her, and without raising his voice, seemed to deliver a verbal thrashing before turning abruptly and marching out of church. She remained motionless, head down, emanating a heavy, hopeless sadness. I didn't hear a word that passed between them, but it was obvious that the honeymoon was long over for this pair, with no hugging in the grocery store or anywhere else.
The next day, while walking Sammy Girl through a park located next to our local high school, I found a crumpled-up note on the ground. It read: "F*!* you JK I love you but I cant chill today but I do need you to get me a bag please cause I don't have a break at all today not even after school." Ahhh, does that not bring to mind the eloquence of old Will Shakespeare when he addressed romance? Is it not reminiscent of "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." (A Midsummer Night's Dream) Really, there's nuthin' like a single sentence that includes both "F!&!* you" and "I Love you" (not to mention "get me a bag") to make you misty eyed about Young Love.
So love was all around this week in many incarnations and unexpected settings. As always, it is a mystery, especially when it's blockading the route to coveted breakfast items.
My advice? If you simply must hug in the Acme, please, do so in front of the tofu...
Reader Comments (1)
Don't put all of your eggs in one Lois Vuiton, Prada, or Coach Bag ( basket). And don't bring that bag that you didn't tell your husband about, to Church.