The Essentials

Coming towards me is a hunched over very old woman slowly slowly pushing a wheeled walker with a large basket in front. As she approaches I see a bunch of colorful groceries filling the basket to the top. When we are almost face to face I look in it and see the only groceries are seven bags of potato chips, Flamin’ Hot Doritos, Tostitos, etc.

Walking on, I can barely suppress a smile. I love her.