I become entirely “curmudgeonly” in supermarkets. There are reasons for this!
1. The foods which I think should be in Aisle 6 are inevitably to be found in Aisle 19.
2. I always get stuck at the slowest check-out.
3. I often forget to get an item or two which is on my list.
4. The person in front of me at the check-out always has some reason to slow things down.
Y’all know about this. Y’all know the frustrations in supermarket shopping.
But wait -- there is more. Here is the story.
At my local “Sweet Bay” supermarket (which I like very much, on account of the super selection of fresh vegetables, and good meats) there is a middle-aged and middle management employee who brings out my inner curmudgeon. This employee is the one who rushes in to open up a new aisle when the market is busy.
Grateful as I am for this, (his/her) words drive me crazy. She/he is aged about 50 and inevitably addresses those of us who are waiting in line as “young man” or “young lady”; whatever our age.
I am not a “young man”. I am a perfectly contented 66 year old adult. It does not flatter me to be addressed as “young man”. In fact I hear it as patronising.