Sometimes when all the things seem to be going wrong you just have to laugh at yourself. I dropped both kids off at school and was SO excited to do a kid free shopping trip.
First stop was Costco. I made my list, checked it twice, walked into the store and no list. Okay, this was a memory test to see how many items I can get from my list. I did not pass this test and made several extra laps around the store as I remembered forgotten treasures. During one of my several laps I saw Tim, smiled and gave a big wave. It was Not Tim and I happened to see Not Tim several more times as I did laps. I made it through the check out and into the parking lot. Apparently the temp had skyrocketed and I now had sweat dripping off all the body parts, if you ladies know what I mean. I loaded my car, opened the driver’s door and found my list on the seat.
This led to my second stop, Walmart, to get all the things I had forgotten at my first stop. I guess it was a shopping day for the entire town, since the parking lot was packed and there were only a few carts. I snagged one of the last carts and soon discovered why this cart was available. Satan possessed it! I fought with this possessed cart, trying to avoid careening into innocent bystanders. I chose the shortest checkout line, which happened to be the slowest. Oh well, at this point I just need to wrap up this list and get to the car. Speaking of the car, I lost it! I confidently took off with my possessed cart and walked laps around the parking lot, luckily Not Tim wasn’t there to witness my walk of shame. After what felt like eternity I found my car.
Stop numbers three and four, I felt the need to update my jeans. If you have ever been clothes shopping with me, I am extremely deliberate. I will look, consider, put back, try on, look some more. I also had not been shopping for jeans in quite some time and didn’t know my size. The young stylish worker pointed me in the direction of trendy styles of the day. Now I’m not sure if Covid destroyed the supply chain or if everyone else in the world wears the same size as me but there was a very limited supply in store number one. At one point in my deliberating the worker cleared out all of the jeans from my changing room because she thought I was done but really I was just considering my options. I found one lonely pair and it was on sale, score! The next store was an epic fail with not a single pair of jeans in my size.
My final stop fixed all of my problems, coffee. Thank you Jesus for caffeine, good music and my quiet drive home.
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