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到肉铺买肉、到药房买药、去食品杂货店买食品,这都很平常。可那年夏天我呆在纽约州沃里克镇奶奶家时,情况则不一样。她写了一张购物清单叫我到一家乡村杂货店买东西。杂货店里的货架横七竖八地塞满各式商品,想找到要买的商品可让我伤脑筋。我走近柜台,柜台后面有一位我从未见过如此长相的女人。一副镶有假宝石边框的眼镜摇摇欲坠地架在她的鼻尖上,满头灰发。
It’s not uncommon to buy meat in a butcher’s shop, buy medicine in a pharmacy, go to a grocery store for food. But that summer when I was in Grand Warren, Warwickshire, New York, the situation was different. She wrote a shopping list asking me to go shopping at a village grocery store. Grocery store shelves filled with all sorts of goods, want to find the goods you want to buy can make me headache. I approached the counter, behind the counter was a woman I had never seen before. A pair of glasses set with fake gem border shakably on her nose, gray hair.