Target was crowded this Sunday afternoon and, shopping done, we found ourselves at the front of the store searching for the shortest line. We had way too much for express, but as we passed, our attention was drawn to one woman who stood a little apart from the actual queue. "Are you in line, or not?" she asked loudly.
Eyebrows up, my head snapped around to see who she was talking to.
A little girl of perhaps 10 stood timidly several feet from the belt. "Yes," she answered.
"Well act like it!" her mother encouraged her. "Move on up!"
The child complied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
"Whoa!" the woman advised from the sideline. "Not too close! Give the people some room."
The little girl took half a step back.
Her coach nodded from the sideline.
We pushed our cart past, secure in the knowledge that there will be competent shoppers for generations to come.
Eyebrows up, my head snapped around to see who she was talking to.
A little girl of perhaps 10 stood timidly several feet from the belt. "Yes," she answered.
"Well act like it!" her mother encouraged her. "Move on up!"
The child complied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
"Whoa!" the woman advised from the sideline. "Not too close! Give the people some room."
The little girl took half a step back.
Her coach nodded from the sideline.
We pushed our cart past, secure in the knowledge that there will be competent shoppers for generations to come.
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