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Ordinary Lives 2/27/2012 9:31:56 PM
Ordinary Lives
I wondered. I saw a lot of children holding unto the cart their parents were pushing while they followed it wherever the cart went. When the children deviated, a parent would scold them. Some had a rope tied to them so they wouldn’t run away or god-forbid, get lost. The older children were allowed to wander the premises, running about and getting lost in the labyrinth of stalls and tall and narrow alleys. They would tease each other while others would mimic what the other was doing. And the teenager were just that, being teenagers; acting adult like, perhaps bored out of their wits and just following what their parents were telling them; although some were playing by riding on the cart.
The adults were supervising the children. I don’t see much of punishing their children. Most were very caring and gentle. They would carry their babies like those I have seen in third world countries; babies strapped to their torso; or little children sitting on papa’s shoulders. Some adults rush to and fro to buy their groceries as their attention was that of home where they still have to cook their evening meals. They would trot the “road” oblivious to other adults and rush out just the same. But the sweetest I have seen was when there were no children to contend with. They would go around the warehouse like it was a garden chit chatting about small little things in life. They would hold hands and sometimes kiss.
Employees would come and go. The line of cashier would expand and then contract depending on how many customers were there. They would collect the customer’s membership cards first, tally up the purchases and then collect the monies. The managers would watch the cashiers for whatever they needed – getting stamps and jewelry from the “vault”, counting the monies and monitoring the number of cashiers and the baggers. At times they would roam the warehouse to see that the store is running smoothly or strategizing where items should go. There were also employees that fixed up the disheveled clothing items and employees whose main purpose was to collect boxes. They don’t throw away boxes rather they collect it so that the items customers shopped for would have someplace to stash them in.
And there were people like me, independent contractors who sold items such as gutters, cleaning supplies, clothes, window shades, food and beauty supplies. There are hosts of paraphernalia that people like me offer their customers. These on top of whatever they already sell.
Costco has become my world and the world to so many people. True, it is a warehouse full of stuff that whatever one thinks of, they have. In truth, Costco represented that wider world where each and everyone play their bit part. And here I wonder. It does not represent just a stratum of people but a whole host of them. In their daily life, the parents, the children, the employees and the contractors all acts in a symphony of living. Yes, indeed, I wonder.
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