MartinEnigmatica
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This morning I went to Sam's Club, forgetting in the process that it probably wouldn't open until 10. I arrived a shade under that hour, to crowd of about two dozen shoppers, all mulling about calmly, most of whom carried an AARP membership card in their wallets. I live in a pretty aging area, but for some reason this cracked me up.
I think the best was when the guy inside came to open the door. Their hopes and dreams, about to be realized, lifted the pounds of wrinkled facial flesh into smiles of anticipation. The sliding doors opened, sensing the arthritic movement of old bones stale with tacky marrow. Those bones carried the bodies into motion, into the rush for bulk food, clothing, and health supplies. Yet, all their motivation couldn't make it a true retail swarm, like Black Friday madness. It was the slowest pursuit I've ever seen, more a shuffling than anything else, a group of tortoises without a hare.
I think the best was when the guy inside came to open the door. Their hopes and dreams, about to be realized, lifted the pounds of wrinkled facial flesh into smiles of anticipation. The sliding doors opened, sensing the arthritic movement of old bones stale with tacky marrow. Those bones carried the bodies into motion, into the rush for bulk food, clothing, and health supplies. Yet, all their motivation couldn't make it a true retail swarm, like Black Friday madness. It was the slowest pursuit I've ever seen, more a shuffling than anything else, a group of tortoises without a hare.