The other day I heard two women--I inferred acquaintances--have a lively conversation about how scared they were. Can't go here; can't go there; on and on. It was a thrift shop's clothing section, so I could eavesdrop without being too obvious. One woman was going out of town and said "We'll just shelter at a motel." The other woman said coming to the thrift store was her "therapy."
I'm not generally given to visceral responses, and hearing these two Nervous Nellies got me feeling a bit ill. I think worse of all were these were older women--easily in their 60s or 70s. They were raised by "The Greatest Generation." Something went off the rails somewhere.
The other day I heard two women--I inferred acquaintances--have a lively conversation about how scared they were. Can't go here; can't go there; on and on. It was a thrift shop's clothing section, so I could eavesdrop without being too obvious. One woman was going out of town and said "We'll just shelter at a motel." The other woman said coming to the thrift store was her "therapy."
I'm not generally given to visceral responses, and hearing these two Nervous Nellies got me feeling a bit ill. I think worse of all were these were older women--easily in their 60s or 70s. They were raised by "The Greatest Generation." Something went off the rails somewhere.