We'll all be old, one day.

After I finished the grocery shopping, we had a little time up our sleeves, before we went to the pub for lunch. We sat in the car for about 15 mins, then I asked the man about the house if he had tried the $2.00 shop in Naracoorte for the glasses the eye specialist had recommended. He said he didn't think he had, so he walked across to the shop to see if they had any. No luck. By this time, it was nearly 12 o'clock, so we drove around to have lunch. There were only four people in front of us waiting to order their meals. There were two women, one older and one about my age. The older lady was paying for her friend. She scrabbled around in her hand bag for about 5 mins, and I thought it was going to be a case of 'Oh, dear, I haven't got my purse.' She had one of those bags with umpteen inside pockets, and she went through them all at least three times. At one stage she pulled her wallet out, but continued to search the pockets for something. The lass on the till said she would serve us and give the lady more time to find what she was looking for. Then, Voila, she found what she had been looking for. It was a big handful of gold coins! I do not know if she was embarrassed for holding everybody up, but she did not offer any apology either. I felt sorry for her, as I thought she may have had some sort of memory loss, but no. Why she didn't just use some notes to pay for the meals, I do not know. She may not have had any.