I used to like to watch the older post-Karen age mother with her 17 yr old son staring at products such as the pasta, while I was pushing and zoning. I would give them the usual CIHYFS stuff, no problem there, I didn't mind. What was baffling was A) Why is a grown teenage boy shopping with his mother in the first place? and B) the time they would take looking at a box of fucking Rigatoni, reading the box and actually discussing whatever the hell they were discussing! A couple of minutes sometimes to decide? My late afternoon week days were always occupied by either football practice, basketball or indoor track practice or spring track practice. Every day was busy with some sort of school activity, no idle time. I never set foot in a store with my mother, nor did I want to.