One day I had to do a quick run through the supermarket for Laffy Taffy and stockings. (It’s amazing how things that happened years ago come back to me with such clarity, when most of the time I can’t remember what I did yesterday.) Halfway down the aisle, I noticed a middle-aged couple politely cursing and fussing at each other. Evidently they were in the middle of an argument, but were polite enough not to yell. Their backs were to me, so they didn’t see me creep closer to the butterscotch and peppermint candies.
All I could make out was the woman saying, “That’s not good for you.” The husband, frustrated because he knew he was on the verge of loosing that battle, squeezed his wife’s butt, and whispered, “But you are.”
At that moment, I grabbed my Laffy Taffy and hauled ass down the aisle. Listening is one thing; getting caught listening is a whole other ballgame.
But as I paid for my candy, I couldn’t help but remember the love and affection that husband showed his wife, even during their disagreement. At that moment–although I thought it was cute and touching–I envied them. They were truly in love and I was going home with two bags of candy. ::::sigh::::