So my mother and I went to go pick up our meager paychecks from the place that we work at and decided we would pick up a few things while we were there. I picked up a basket and we headed through the express line. An old man turned and smiled at me. He offered his services as a husband to either one or both of us.
“Ya got a husband? I’d marry ya…I’d treat ya right. I’d take care of ya.”
I just laughed an empathetic laugh for the lonely elder who was stuck in another era. I didn’t bother to answer.
He looked at the woman before him, about to pay for her newly bagged purchases. The sight perplexed him. He turned to me again.
“How do all these women afford all these groceries? How do they do it? They got a man who’s footin’ the bill…?”
I turned to my mother. Together we told him simply, “They work…”
(Source: littlecages)
