Gardening: a relaxing pursuit

Susan and I went to Notcutts Garden Centre in Pembury to buy some shrubs. As usual, it was quite busy and we had to park in the upper car park. This entails a steep climb up a narrow, winding road and, having parked, an equally steep descent down a pedestrian walkway, also winding, in order to reach the sales ground.

We spent a pleasant half-hour selecting our plants, then joined the queue for the check-out. The person ahead of us was an elderly lady, well into her seventies and none too sprightly. She carried her purchase, a single plant in a pot. Having paid for it she put it into one of the baskets behind the check-out and carried it outside. We were just beginning to think that this was slightly strange when she put the basket into one of the four-wheeled trolleys which are provided for those whose purchases are of a substantial nature. She then pushed the trolley up the steep, winding pathway, all the way to the car park, leaning at an acute angle on the handle in order to keep it moving!

I considered offering to help, but why should I give myself a heart-attack for someone so stupid?