The Long Queue Chatter
Over the years, I have tried perfecting the game of school shopping but nothing worked. I have kind of gotten used to the comfort of pushing school shopping to the last line at the bottom of my to-do list.
The truth is I don’t enjoy shopping. Well, I mean offline shopping. And I don’t think I should be blamed for this. Shopping with three children of different ages and tastes was never a fun activity.
However, part of what I gained during the six months lockdown was self-awareness. Amidst gardening and growing our own vegetables I rediscovered my self-worth, my strength and what self-love truly meant. As expected, I decided to iron out some crumbled-up old habits and turn over a few leaves.
I did part of the school shopping online for a change and those I couldn’t get online I bought in stores. Part of the uniform my children wear includes tailor-made blazers. Apparently, I had no choice but to physically attend shops that offer such services with one of my children.
The only problem was with the few shops that render these services. These shops have ridiculous opening hours and they operate by appointments. Customers have the opportunity to walk in only twice a week. I tried booking appointments online but got none. I had no choice but to walk-in.
Joining The Queue
On a Tuesday morning, two weeks before the end of August, I grabbed my child and drove 20 minutes to the uniform shop. The shop sat the edge of a quiet street but the queue of the parents and their wards went further down the street occupying half of the adjoining street.
We left home early hoping to purchase the blazers without the queue. Disappointedly, we joined the long queue avoiding direct gazes from people under drizzling August rain.
Tried as much as I could, it wasn’t easy beating the majority to the game of shopping. The present climate contributed to the long queue, safety and social distancing needed to be taken seriously and strictly to combat the spread of covid19.
The Art Of Waiting
Right in front of me was a woman with two children. The youngest was around eight. As we moved in snail-pace towards the front of the shop, it was obvious the youngest of the two…
