It’s rush hour.

Yes, it’s rush hour now. If you looked at your clock, you would say I’m lying. It’s 11:30 am. Only a few cars can be seen.

It still is rush hour. But not in traffic.
You imagined this???


Of course you did. But don’t.

I’m talking about a different rush hour. The rush hour in the supermarkets and marketplaces. The rush hour of people who are not at work in the mornings, the rush hour of pensioners.


The counter tables selling discounted sprat and sour milk are the most crowded. Everyone wants to get the cheapest products. How else is it possible to save the last cents of the low pension?
Supermarkets are having trolley rallies up and running. The one, who reaches the bargain-counter before others, is the winner. Award is a number of jealous glances by the competitors. Is there anything that could delight the winner more than grabbing the last discounted salted herring?

Later, in the bus stop, on the way home, starts the second competition. Who is the lucky one who can have a seat in the bus? The plastic bag is full of discounted (and tasty?) lunch products and weighs more than ten elephants. The competitors wouldn’t survive their way home, if they had to stand in the bus.
Tähtis pole mitte võit, vaid osavõtt.
There’s usually a free seat for everyone. Remember, it’s 11:30 and buses are always empty at this time. It’s just a sin to skip the competition, even if you know that everyone is going to win.

After spending ten tiring minutes in a bus, the PENSIONERS’ PARTY is about to end. Entering home is like crossing a finish line.

It has been a successful morning.