We only had 3 more things on our list.
ground beef
detergent
garbage bags
Terry was pushing Eliza in the cart. As we walked up to the beef area I noticed her black winter cap and her wrinkly fingers. I love wrinkly fingers…I just do. My Meemaw has the best wrinkly fingers. She followed me with her eyes as I started to make my decision. I knew it was coming…You know, the ‘OH! Your baby is precious’…’How old is she?’…’What’s her name?’…’Is this your first?’ It’s the usual questions strangers ask a parent with a baby.
But instead she said, “Hi, your baby is beautiful. I’m looking for a job ya know.”
I was taken back. I mean, what am I supposed to say to that!?
So I said, “Oh…really.”
But then she started talking again and I knew I didnt have to say anything. She just wanted my ears.
So thats what I gave her.
She has:
two sons-they both graduated from Catholic High and moved away to college. Both are married and live out of town.
She is lonely and needs income.
She used to work as a receptionist for a dentists office.
Her last three fingers on her right hand “lock up” on her so she cant type anymore.
She wants to work in Walmart but she said “the floors are too d@&n cold”.
She wont get surgery on her hand because she’s scared it will mess up the rest of her hand.
That’s it. She told me all about herself, grabbed on to her cart, winked at Eliza and walked away.
She didnt want my words or my baby’s grins. She wanted my ears.




