Please kick me if I get like that

Friday afternoon I went to our usual farmer's supplies shop, where we go to in order to pretend we are real farmers, to get some birdseed, chickenfeed and some other stuff for the animals and for the garden. It WILL be spring some day again will it not? No, I'm sure it will. Funny thing is that in summer there is no doubt in my mind that it will be winter again some day. However, in winter I'm always very doubtful about spring and summer returning. So, just to be on the safe side I've bought some fertilizer to feed the grass in case the snow will disappear some day. In front of me at the checkout stood an elderly lady. She had to pay for some tiny thing, I don't even know what it was because I couldn't see it, and she searched through her bag to get her purse. Finally she found it and then she started counting, painstakingly slow, the amount she had to pay, getting all sorts of coins out of her purse and laying them out on the checkout counter. After about 5 minutes of rummaging around in her purse, she discovered that she didn't have enough coins to make up the amount she had to pay. Oh dear. So she started putting all the coins back into her purse. Coin for coin. Very slowly. Then she asked if she could pay with a 50 euro note. 'Sure', the cashier said and looked at me with a sort of tragic look on her face. I smiled at her, just to let her know that I knew it wasn't her fault and I wasn't in a hurry. The old lady put her purse back into her bag and started searching for the 50 euro billet that she apparently kept somewhere else in her bag. She'd hidden it quite good, because she couldn't find it in the front compartment of her bag, nor in any other compartment. And there were quite a few to rummage through. Then the old bat started taking everything out of her purse. Bit by bit, very slowly, carefully placing everything on the counter. Amazing how much a medium sized bag can hold. The look on the cashier's face became more and more desperate. I got a serious case of the giggles and she and I started exchanging rolling-eyed looks and demonstratively checking our watches. But the old trout had all the time in the world. She didn't have anything else to do until she died. And just before the cashier and I strangled her, to end our suffering, she found an envelope that held the illustrious 50 euro note. I'm guessing it took her about 15 minutes in all to pay for one tiny thing. It felt like 15 hours. I'm always telling hubs to kick me if I get like my mother. I'd like to add another person to the list of people who I don't want to be like.