Shopping for blood

A woman is holding up the queue taking a long time to rummage through her hand bag. Behind her, a small elderly lady looking a little worse for wear sighs. The woman looks back and apologises for causing the delay. The elderly lady says it’s alright, but follows up on her words by leaning her elbow on the conveyor belt and resting her head in her open palm. She’s that short.

When the woman finally pays and leaves, I joke to the elderly lady, ‘I was afraid you were going to fall asleep on me there.’

The little lady sighs again and says in a little, weary voice, ‘Shopping just makes me so tired.’

I give a sympathetic look. ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that… would you like a bag for this meat?’