The Mother-Daughter Grocery Shopping Trip


Lucy and her mom drove through the parking lot looking for an open space. They spotted one in the next row over, but as they approached, a woman in a little convertible sped past and stole the spot.

Lucy’s eyes flared with righteous indignation. “Mom, honk at her. She can’t do that!”

Lucy’s mom reached over and patted Lucy on the knee. “Honking wouldn’t do anything now. Remember, the meek shall inherit the earth. We’ll find another spot.”

The two eventually found a place to park in the furthest reaches of the lot. Lucy quietly fumed.

“The walk will do you good,” said Lucy’s mom.

Lucy savored the time she spent grocery shopping with her mom. It was something they could share, just the two of them. Up and down each aisle they went, laughing and talking.

Half way down the cracker aisle, Lucy noticed one box left of her little sister’s favorite flavor of Gold Shark crackers. She reached for the box, but paused to look back to her mom. In that brief second, a lady reached out and grabbed the crackers for herself.

“Wh-,” stammered Lucy.

The lady gave Lucy a wink. “She who hesitates is lost,” she said.

Before Lucy could pounce on the lady, her mom stepped between them. “A soft answer turns away wrath. Lets ask someone of they have more Gold Sharks.”

Once again disaster was averted. The stock boy found another case of Gold Sharks in the back.

Lucy and her mom finished their shopping and headed for the checkout. Lucy quietly marveled at how calmly her mom responded to everything. Lucy was fiery, like her dad. She wished she could be more like her mom.

Their shopping completed, they wove their way through the parking lot. Lucy noticed a hooded man walking up and down between the vehicles. He pulled a flat bar from his hooded sweatshirt and jammed it in the door of the car next to theirs.

“Mom, look. That guy’s breaking into cars. See? Look,” whispered Lucy.

The hooded man made quick work of the car, then directed his attention to their minivan.

Lucy’s mom stopped. “Maybe we should wait until he’s finished. He could be dangerous.”

Lucy saw red. “So could I.” She ran to the car thief. She was practically on top of him before he react.

“What are you doing to my van?” shouted Lucy. Instead of running, the thief stood his ground. It was a crucial error in judgement. Lucy remembered everything her dad ever taught her about self-defense.

A rabbit punch to the throat.

An uppercut to the nose.

A kick to the groin.

The thief whimpered, then fell hard. Lucy placed her foot on his throat. “Give me a reason,” she snarled.

The police were quickly on the scene.

Once the excitement died down, Lucy and her mom were on their way back home. Lucy felt guilty for losing her temper. She felt even worse for fun she had laying a beating on the thief.

“Penny for your thoughts,” said Lucy’s mom.

“I was just thinking. That wasn’t how you would’ve handled that,” said Lucy, apologetically.

“That’s true.”

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I should’ve handled that better. More like you,” said Lucy.

Lucy’s mom smiled. “I’m glad you didn’t.”


Lucy’s mom glanced over at Lucy. “I’m glad you’re more like your father. His fiery spirit is one of the things that attracted me to him.”

“Opposites attract, eh?” said Lucy.

“It’s what brings balance to life,” said Lucy’s mom.

Lucy smiled all the way home as she massaged her sore fist.


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