Since my wife had a stroke (She is very slowly improving, but still bedridden.) I have done all the grocery shopping, and if my list is simple such as milk, eggs, or cereal, etc, I can leave my house, and thirty minutes later, I've shopped and back home.

No, I don't speed it's because we live in a ten-minute town. However, last week I had a note that I needed to pick up some dishwashing detergent the next time I went to the Store, and I had some problems. If my list is eggs, milk, cereal, and blueberries, I can zip through self-check and be back home in thirty minutes. But dishwashing detergent? Well, that didn't sound hard, but after searching for a few minutes I knew I needed help. I had found the detergents but not the brand we use.

That's when I starting looking for someone to ask. There wasn't a stocker in sight, so I started looking for a shopper to ask. I knew exactly the type of person I needed to ask. Forget the guys and young women. I was looking for a mature lady with a shopping cart nearly full, and after a few minutes I spotted a lady that fit my needs, and she not only told me which isle she, said, "Follow me." Well, she zipped down a nearby isle, and there were scads........

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