As we’re heading into the holiday gift-giving season, I thought I’d pass along a tale that is dedicated to mature shoppers everywhere… in other words, you and me! This particular encounter was experienced by a male in his mid-forties and he wasn’t looking for gifts—he was looking for a family necessity.
The gentleman and his wife, after years of trying to become pregnant, had just adopted their first child. One evening, to the couple’s horror, they realized they had exhausted their last disposable diaper. In no uncertain terms, fresh supplies were deemed essential. So the gentleman offered to head out into the night in the direction of an enormous 24-hour supermarket.
Not wanting to waste time, he ignored his instinctual male hunter genes and actually asked directions to locate the vital product. A friendly, young clerk, in her eagerness to be helpful, even guided him to the appropriate aisle. She proudly pointed to the large selection of styles and sizes only to be confronted with a look of horror upon her customer’s face. The gentleman, rather than encountering the anticipated collection of baby diapers, found himself staring at row of merchandise colorfully labeled “Depends.”
This story is true and I never did find out how he handled the error or explained his real needs to the young clerk. But I bet his response was richly spiced with colorful language—a real tribute to mature shoppers everywhere!