Live From Trader Joe’s

You’re loading your two bags of Trader Joe’s into the back of your Ford Taurus and just getting started with getting your youngest daughter (1.5 years) into the backseat of your car. A nice grandma age lady pushing a grocery looking lady comes up near your car (but not weird near). She is giving off that Grandma energy too. Talks to my daughter Naomi with that voice and says “are we sleepy? did we help daddy with the shopping*?”. I smile and make that noise that says “I have no problem with anything you’ve done but I have no interest in continuing this interaction you’ve started beyond that noise you just heard”. She walks away, puts “the shopping” in her sensible Mitsubishi. She is out of my mind but before I am already in my car I just hear her quietly say “oh fuck me” while looking at her cell phone.

*The term “the shopping” is also very Grandma vernac.