I pushed the cart up and down the aisles. No one bothered me as I picked up garlic cloves for my famous garlic bread.

I was going camping and stopped in the outdoor section and grabbed a spade, package of wooden tent stakes, some long rope, and oil lantern, and a shovel.

Then I stopped by automotive to grab a gas can because you never know when you might need it.

I veered to kitchen supplies and picked up matches, a cleaver, and a knife sharpener.

I suddenly remembered my mother’s birthday and grabbed a silver cross necklace.

And finally, I had to backtrack across the store, which I hate doing, to grab a box of band-aids, because camping is rough sometimes.

The young cashier surprised me when I was ready to pay for my things by saying, “Have you seen Twilight? You know, vampires may not be so stereotypical.”

“Uh, thanks for the tip?” I paid for my things and scratched my head. Teenagers these days! They are so unpredictable. I don’t think I’ll figure them out. I guess I’m too old.