In this teeny-tiny-itty-bitty town that I live in there is one health food store. I do the majority of my shopping there as it caters to Seventh Day Adventists who tend to be vegetarian. I mean, I'm sure there are non-vegetarian Seventh Day Adventists but they are probably as rare as vegetarian Mormons, since I'm the only one of those that I know.
Anyway, every time I go to Andy's Market there is a plethora of folks in their golden years navigating the aisles and who mysteriously seem to flock to me like bees to honey which I think has less to do with my personal charm, and more to do with the fact that I'm nearly 6 feet tall and I can reach all those rows of tofu sausages on the top shelf that are so popular in vegetarian communities.
When I say that there are "plethora" of older folks I don't mean like five or ten--I mean that often I am the ONLY person under 70 in the store on a weekday. Of course, it's not like I live there or something, so I'm sure that the demographic noticeably changes throughout the day. However, I also don't go to Andy's at the same time every week--which has led me to the following conclusions--since the one definable thing that all my elderly neighbors and I seem to have in common is the fact that most of us shop at a store geared towards people who don't eat meat.
My first conclusion is:
That vegetarian living really is the key to longevity.
Or, (my second conclusion): That vegetarian living really does nothing for your health except make you look older because most of the people shopping at Andy's are probably like 42, not 82, and there's only so much righteous living a body can take before it just rebels and you start to look like Yoda.
I can't decide.
And before you call me ageist and think that I don't respect my elders, you are absolutely wrong. And here is how I know that: right after my daughter was born, I belonged to a lunch club with a group of women who were all over 75. I was the youngest member at 26, and the next youngest member was 78.
Take that, doubter.
I have no idea why they invited me to join them--or maybe I invited myself because that sounds like something I would do--but I'll tell you this, those women taught me more about mothering than any book ever could because between them they had, oh I don't know, a hundred million years of parenting experience and it doesn't get more real than that. Each of them was vivacious and dynamic and interestingly, we met for lunch at a place called, "Smoky Davis" famous for its smoked meat sandwiches.
...Which makes me think that perhaps I've just solved the strange case of Andy's Market.
What are your thoughts?