Once a week

Approaching the turn I came to the pizza shop and the whiff I got was a bit too heavy in garlic to make it appealing.The chicken man had his staff in a raucous of laughter,I suspect he had just told a ribald joke,knowing him.Deft flashing of knives behind the counter of the fish man saw another fillet of whiting added to the pile on display.Rosa,daughter of papa was in her inimical fashion running a tight ship amongst the fruit and veg with papa supervising from the stock/prep room,overseeing which stock were required and when they were needed,they have a happy staff and always attend with a smile.Oh,I hope the mum with a couple of young kids isn`t here or if she is I hope shes able to tend to the needs of her kids instead of playing with her phone.What`ll it be today ?,an apple scroll perhaps or maybe a couple potatoe cakes or a couple of rice sushi rolls,I hope the coffees hot today instead of luke warm.I hope I`ve gotten everything but I know the new list will start 10minutes after I get home for next week.I find a place close to the florist,just love those colours and scents.I no longer have to order,they know me and what I get every week,I like that and it makes me feel special.I find my place and get out the receipts and calculate if I`ve spent too much,if not this week then certainly next week.The table has uneven legs and I need to be careful otherwise my coffee will be worn by my lap and I don’t want to soak my apple scroll in coffee dregs.To my front is a chap about my age with a 3-4 year old in tow,she is enjoying a hot chocolate and a doughnut,her pa is reading the paper between sips of his drink and keeps a watchful eye on his charge,it is a happy scene.To my left 3 ladies and a young boy settle to seats and there appears to be a lot of excitement,hope its all good,the way they are chattering I wouldn`t be surprised if they couldn`t talk underwater.On my right an elderly couple holding hands stroll to a table and get comfortable,after a minute he gets up and orders I think a drink and something to eat,they chat close together and methinks theres a lot of affection with this pair.Behind me there are 3 school girls,they`re not talking but playing with their phones,I find it so sad that talk is substituted by phones, makes me wonder whether they are taught at school how not to communicate.A young couple with 2 kids sit down near me,the kids are pre school and they seem happy and the parents are talking together and with the kids,there are smiles and laughter,I like that.The cleaning lady comes by and we exchange a friendly greeting,she shows no grimaces when she has to pick up what patrons could have binned themselves.Damn,I`ve finished my coffee and its time to leave,I look around and hope that next week it`ll be as good as this one.
Well,thats another weekly shopping day out of the way,I`ve enjoyed looking yet seeing at the same time,my interpretation may not be right all the time but I`m happy with that.Its such a joy to be part of the texture of life and theres no better place to find that than in a shopping centre,once a week.

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  1. Lovely write Sylvester, i hate the supermarkets, but I love going to the City and going to the Victoria Markets , the sights and smells ,the cross culture of foods, thevendors callin gout their wares and prices,and a general atmosphere of comradery… a great day in the city ….