I was just remembering a day not too long ago my kids and I were at the Grocery Outlet, or, as my BFF calls it, the Used Food Store. I shop there because I’ve found I can get some good produce for cheap, coffee and some of the organic processed food I like. Not for the used food.
The kids weren’t being horrible, but they were being . . . active. I had been trying to talk on the phone to my mom whilst shopping, which always leads to confusion and chaos in my mind.
All of this added up to me being kind of overwhelmed by the time I got to the front of the store. Well, at the front of the store, at the check stand, there was a man with just a bag of sugar. He was (probably still is) a handsome, brown man. I let him go in front of me because I had a huge cart full of stuff and he had just sugar. So he blew me a kiss, right close to my face. I suppose it was to show gratitude. I laughed and said, “well, you just have some sugar, no problem.” He blew me another kiss and said, “now you have some brown suga.'”Clearly, that flustered me and I blushed and smiled.
Then, as I was moving my cart to make way for him, I rammed the cart into the stand of white wine at the end of the check out stand. You know how they have wine there so the mom’s can get it, last minute, on the way out of the store? We’re talking RAMMED it, the whole thing tumbled down with a huge crash and bang and loud glass and white wine spewing everywhere. At least a dozen bottles broke.
OMG. Aren’t you glad that wasn’t you? BTW, the manager was nice. I started sobb-laughing, which was confusing to everyone around. They probably wanted to get me the heck out of there as fast as they could as they told me to calm down and not worry about a thing. Luckily it was their cheap wine, like maybe $5 a bottle. The kids ran to the car to hide.