Finding religion in the snack aisle

triangleman12triangleman12 Posts: 193
edited June 2008 in All Encompassing Trip
I spent yesterday gearing up for Camden, the mecca of tailgating in my opinion. So many great memories of past Pearl Jam shows there, more so for the people I was with rather than the fan club seats or setlists. I was at the grocery store grabbing the usual burgers, dogs, water etc. when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was an elderly man in his late 70's, who commented on the peanut butter bars I had just put back on the shelf. "Hey fellow, you don't know what your missing, I can eat a box of those a day, they're delicious. Go ahead, ruin your diet, you won't regret it!" I explained that I put the snack back not because of calories but because it would melt quicker in the 80 degree sun. He wished me well on my road trip and ducked down the pasta aisle.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to say more, he wanted to sit down and have a heart to heart conversation with someone. Anyone! The man was lonely and wanted to talk about anything! It made me sad, and it still bothers me 12 hours later that I didn't strike up some sort of semi-meaningful conversation with him. Who knows? Perhaps in his world, that 3 minute chatter about peanut butter bars was enough. Unfortunately many times in our lives we don't say enough!

I lost my sister to a drunk driver last April. An event that will forever shape my life, hopefully for the better. I joined the board about 2 months ago to ask a question about NYC lodging. Since, I've found solace here, whether I respond to posts or just read the crazy banter. Thank You. We are bound by the music, but in the scheme of things it is so much more than that. I'll catch you in Camden or somewhere along the way, in this life or the next. :)
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  • stylo17stylo17 Posts: 1,001
    I spent yesterday gearing up for Camden, the mecca of tailgating in my opinion. So many great memories of past Pearl Jam shows there, more so for the people I was with rather than the fan club seats or setlists. I was at the grocery store grabbing the usual burgers, dogs, water etc. when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was an elderly man in his late 70's, who commented on the peanut butter bars I had just put back on the shelf. "Hey fellow, you don't know what your missing, I can eat a box of those a day, they're delicious. Go ahead, ruin your diet, you won't regret it!" I explained that I put the snack back not because of calories but because it would melt quicker in the 80 degree sun. He wished me well on my road trip and ducked down the pasta aisle.

    I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to say more, he wanted to sit down and have a heart to heart conversation with someone. Anyone! The man was lonely and wanted to talk about anything! It made me sad, and it still bothers me 12 hours later that I didn't strike up some sort of semi-meaningful conversation with him. Who knows? Perhaps in his world, that 3 minute chatter about peanut butter bars was enough. Unfortunately many times in our lives we don't say enough!

    I lost my sister to a drunk driver last April. An event that will forever shape my life, hopefully for the better. I joined the board about 2 months ago to ask a question about NYC lodging. Since, I've found solace here, whether I respond to posts or just read the crazy banter. Thank You. We are bound by the music, but in the scheme of things it is so much more than that. I'll catch you in Camden or somewhere along the way, in this life or the next. :)

    it's weird how some of the smallest things impact us so strongly and even after years we remember stuff like this.
    6/11/08 WPB


    ♬♪♫ and I will not, grow tired of crayon stars and fire

    ♬♪♫ cause a soldier's death is so much better than defeat just hanging around
  • Purple PuppyPurple Puppy Posts: 149
    I was at the grocery store once and I saw two people praying to the bread aisle. I don't know if it relates. I took it personally for wandering the aisles alone.
    Signed it, grind it.
    Corroding and foreboding.
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