Shopping with my mother is guaranteed to be an interesting event.
Being a woman of a certain age, as she is, things that I take for granted, seen on a daily basis, still turn her head.
I catch her staring at Mohawks, facial piercings, Goth make-up. Clothing fads catch her eye, men with dyed hair get a sideways look, extreme hair and makeup get a ‘tch’ and a head shake – sometimes audible to the wearer, and always to me, her oft-times shopping companion.
It always makes me smile.
The young man on the train, who had a rat on his shoulder attached by a chain to a nose ring gave us enough ‘tch’s’ and head shakes to rival steady Eddy. However, more fun for me, is her names for the new, or things she has yet to try.
Like me, my mother is a keen wordsmith, and has always had a high regard for the English language. So sometimes, on the rare occasion of a gaff, I have a good laugh.
On this day, us were in our local supermarket, and had spent time stopping and chatting with a number of people we knew, as is wont when you live in a close community. We wander through the fruit and veg, comment on the sky rocketing prices and looking at interesting produce that catches the eye.
And, as often the case, I ‘lose’ my mum.
She has wandered off to look at something. I eventually find her standing in front of a stand of cucumbers. In a very loud voice she calls across to us:
“Oh, LOOK! Lesbian Cucumbers! I have always wanted to try a lesbian, do you think we could try one while I am here?”
Ever noticed how quiet things can get in a supermarket?