I have been doing some really crazy things lately. First, and this happened a couple of weeks ago, I had went to Sam's and bought Panera Bread Cheese & Broccoli soup (YUM-O). I brought it home and ate one whole container the very same day! A few days went by and I had a craving for some more of that soup. I opened fridge and could not find it! I was not a happy camper.
So this past Saturday I was feeding one of my kidlets a nutritious meal of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni. I opened the cabinet to pull out a sauce pan and guess what I found? My soup. One week old. I can almost taste the bacteria that must have been brewing!
So this past Wednesday night, I hurried to the grocery store with one kid in tow. I had to pick up the other from her tutoring lesson and I had less than 10 minutes to grab some milk, apples, and wheat bread. I pondered a little too long over that bag of apples ($5.99) and decided to leave them. They could eat a sugared up fruit for all I care at that point--but NO way was I paying that much for apples. I grab my cart (which I affectionately call a 'buggy', but I will spare you the pain of hearing that) and run to the check out. Except, it wasn't my cart. I panicked and immediately thought of that poor person who was surely walking around aimlessly looking for her cart. I hustled it back to produce, passing one guy who had a big smile on his face so I knew he had probably seen her...and yep! He said "She's back there looking for it...". I go to the produce section and find this little old lady with three employees trying to help her locate it. She was really nice about. I even explained to her how my mind was all over the place. I am glad I didn't pay for her groceries. I do not like Rye or Pumpernickel bread.
Yesterday, I had many assignments due. Assignments that will not be graded in any way. I believe this is also known as busy work. Two full days of thrombotic-producing busy work. I am sure that as long as I sat on that couch, my venous return has to be compromised. So enough of that. I did laundry, OCD-cleaned my house, and ran to the commissary. I knew it would be crowded from after-church rush, but I could handle it. So I get there, see the crowd, and as I venture further in, it is evident that there is no food. I am on the Lunchable/salty meat/bread isle when this lady has a conversation with me about the shelves being wiped clean. We talk and I tell her it gets worse over on the frozen foods. I grab my cart and go strolling along. "Ma'am, Ma'am, excuse me..." I turn around and it was the no-Lunchable lady and she says "You took my shopping cart!!" I turn back to look, and sure enough, there it is--her purse and everything. I explained to her my earlier incident from Wednesday and she was so understanding.
I am mortified. How am I missing all of this detail? Running away with people's buggies! I have got to get a grip on all this thoughtlessness!
The Day Shift
4 years ago