I ran into a friendly old man at the Chipman supermarket.
He said, “Hey young fella. What else am I supposed to be buying? I’ve got the loaf of bread. I just can’t remember what else I’m supposed to be picking up. Help me out here.”
“Um, what about milk? Or orange juice,” I said. “What about breakfast stuff. Have you got food for breakfast? Eggs, bacon…”
“Oh right, eggs,” he said. He lowered his voice. “Except the eggs here are so much more expensive than the other place. Heh. You don’t own this store, do you?”
“No sir I don’t. But if I did, I’d just give you a bunch of eggs for free.”
“For free?” he said. “That’s not very good business.”
“No, but I don’t care about business, I just like making my friends happy.”
He said, “It seems like the way things are is pretty much the way things have to be.”
This statement froze me right in my tracks.
He kept on talking: “You get a ten cent raise, the fella finds out about it and puts all of his prices up ten cents. Every raise is actually a loss.” But I was barely listening at that point. I was trapped thinking thought about how the way things are is the way they have to be.
It was like if a divine voice from above had said “Your life is exactly what it is and if you want to change something, too fucking bad.” Our lives are determined, there’s nothing we can do, we have no control over our present or future.
It was all I could do to keep pushing my shopping cart down the aisle. This all happened yesterday afternoon and I’m still a little messed up about it.