I’m Not Judging, I’m Saluting

I was at the pharmacy recently when this old woman came by wheezing and I could hear her oxygen tank and looked in her basket as she pushed past all of us and noticed she had her 6 pack of beer. When she got up to the counter they actually had to have an ID for her. Her granddaughter was next to her by then and was yelling at her what the clerk was saying while telling the clerk that she can’t hear anything the clerk is saying to her. Instead of being annoying at the long line and the old lady cutting through I appreciated the entertainment and admire the fact that all the shit that’s going on with her that the beer was probably going to be her moment of relaxation when she got home.