My son and I went to Whole Foods today for his favorite Shea Butter Bubble Bath. We also purchased some apples, eggs, and a quart of Greek yogurt. All for the cost of a mini-cooper. As we were checking out, I saw an elderly man sitting on a bench by the sliding doors next to the orchids. He wore a blue checked shirt, his hair a thick shock of white, and his back hunched over, he sat staring into his lap, a distant look in his eyes.
My heart broke for this man sitting like abandoned goods at the front of the store with that distant look while his child probably went grocery shopping. Did she not have the patience for his slower gait? Was he remembering a time that he had patience for her as she toddled by his side so many years ago? Is he feeling choked by depression that its come to this? Sitting forgotten on a grocery store bench?
And then, as I pushed my cart past him, I saw a bag of groceries by his side and a smart phone in his lap. He was texting.
So, yes. Things are not always as they seem. Apparently.