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双语哲理散文：杂货店里的老师 　　You went to the butcher’s for meat， the pharmacy for aspirin， and the grocery store for food. But when I spent the summer with my Grandmother in Warwick， ， she sent me down to the general store with a list. How could I hope to find anything on the packed， jumbled shelves around me？ 　　I walked up to the counter. Behind it was a lady like no one I’d ever seen. Fake-jewel-encrusted glasses teetered on the tip of her nose， gray hair was piled on her head. 　　“Excuse me，” I said. She looked up. 　　“You’re that Clements kid，” she said. “I’m Miss Bee. Come closer and let me get a look at you.” She pushed her glasses up her nose. “I want to be able to describe you to the sheriff if something goes missing from the store.” 　　”I’m not a thief！” I was shocked. I was seven year too young to be a thief！ 　　“From what I can see you’re not much of anything. But I can tell you’ve got potential.” She went back to reading her newspaper. 　　“I need to get these.” I said， holding up my list. 　　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。 　　“打扰一下。”我说。女人抬起了头。 　　“你就是克莱门特家的小孩吧，”她说，“我是蜜蜂小姐。过来让我好好看看。”蜜蜂小姐把眼镜向鼻子上扶了扶说道，“如果商店失窃，我好向治安官描述你的外貌特征。” 　　“我又不是小偷！”我有些吃惊。我才7岁啊！怎么可能当小偷呢！ 　　“在我看来，你只是个黄毛丫头，可我觉得你有这方面的潜质。”蜜蜂小姐说着就回过头看报纸去了。 　　“我要买这些东西，”我说着，举起手里的购物单给她看。 　　“So？ Go get them.” Miss Bee pointed to a sign on the screen door. “There’s no one here except you and me and Im not your servant， so I suggest you get yourself a basket from that pile over there and start filling. If you’re lucky you’ll be home by sundown.” 　　Sundown was five hours away. I wasn’t sure I would make it. 　　I scanned the nearest shelf for the first item on my list： pork and beans. It took me three wall-to-wall searches before I found a can nestled between boxes of cereal and bread. Next up was toilet paper， found under the daily newspaper. Band-Aids—where had I seen them？ Oh， ye next to the face