6.00pm Friday - Captive in a que at Safeway

Standing in the twelve -items -or -less que, I contemplated the marketing techniques of supermarkets and the glorious scarf on the woman in front of me.
“Had to be Hermes”, I meditated.
Our que snaked back two aisles. I did the people watch thing to soak up time and considered them all. Supermarket baskets are a dead give away when it comes to predicting personality and social standing.
I rattled them off to myself, " Divorced, single, widower, single, single, single mum, divorced, retired couple and me(single). How do I know? Simply check their baskets.
What looked like a nine or ten year old boy slouched and whined to his mother (single mum) not four ahead. He seemed tired and fed up with proceedings and was beginning to turn it on. The mother desperately ignored him and amidst hushing him, urged him to go through and sit on the seats. He refused of course. He then took it upon himself to wander back on the que and pick me out.
“Hello”, he offered in a matter of fact voice beyond his years.
“How are you”, I shot back a little quicker than I needed to.
“My name is Adam, what’s yours?”
“Mine is Frank " , I squeezed out(not my real name).
“You dont look like a Frank ", he declared.
(Get lost kid I thought). " Well its Frank all right", I said in a fake injured tone.
" Mmmmmmm ……, dont think so ".
I rolled my eyes and scanned the que. His mother was now being served.
" Do you know I have aspberger’s sydrome? ", he suddenly shot out.
(That was different I thought). " Who says that ", I jagged back. I began to feel the que focussing on us.
" Mum ", he schmoozed back in a told-you-so tone.
" That explains a lot of things ", I murmured.
A nasaly tone suddenly burst to life from the head of the que " Price check, aisle eight , underwear ".
(Noooo , I thought, not another hold up)
“That’s my jocks ", he said with a satisfied air.
" Embarassed are you kid ?"
" Nah, its a little game she plays when she’s angry with me. Did I tell you I had asbergers syndrome ? "
" Matter of fact you did ", I hissed. (Piss off kid)
The kid moved off to the luckless person behind me.
" I have aspbergers syndrome ", he offered.

6.00pm Friday - Captive in a que at Safeway

mick8585

Melbourne, Australia

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Ever been held captive in the dreaded supermarket que ? It can happen any time.

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