I went to a social engagement recently with a lot of people from a circle I had lost touch with a while back. I mingled person to person catching up with everyone.
When I got to Kevin, who had recently been married when I saw him last, I asked the natural question. "So, when you having kids?"
He looked at me a little dumbfounded. I followed his look across the table to his wife, bursting pregnant. He turned back to me and said, "Next week."
Cool: the funny moments that appear in life.
So I had just finished telling that story to friends I ran into at the supermarket when I returned to where I thought I placed my cart, maybe five minutes before. I looked up and down the aisle. No cart. I look down the previous aisle. No cart. Doubting myself, I check over two aisles, no cart. So aisle by aisle I go looking for my cart, no doubt looking very bizarre to my friends, as they see me occasionally between aisles.
Clear across the store, in a basket containing a few remaining telling items, is a clerk unshopping my basket for me. (I like unshopping... but for those of you who won't appreciate it, I give you, "putting my items away.")
"Excuse me, excuse me, miss? I think you are unloading my basket." (That or someone else was in the store picking up 36 packs of Extra Polar Ice Gum, Calistoga Carbonated Water and Chai Latte drink mix.) She honestly seemed more annoyed than I was. The audacity I had to leave my cart unattended!
I look in my empty, but for three items basket, trying to remember what I had taken twenty minutes to fill it with originally, after a scatterbrained day. Since shopping at 5:30 in the evening is so much fun, I said screw it, picked up some things (notably not remembering tuna fish I had gone in for) and went home.
Stupid: Personal unShoppers
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