Happy Easter, everyone. Hope you’re having a lovely weekend. I happen to be resting and I’m thankful for it. I also happen to have a story to share…
Strange things happen when you have to use an electric cart at the grocery store and you’re looking not injured and like you don’t belong sitting in it. People assume – well I don’t know what but things happen.
Yesterday at 7:15 am I was at the grocery store on an unplanned, and at that hour practically unmanned trip. I say that because I had no coffee and actually didn’t eat either. I was sort of zoned out but with my list to depend on and with an empty store I had every expectation of a good, quick trip.
I started in fruits and vegetables where I was apparently perfect prey for a rather large woman that has issues with electric carts. She had to tell me how she hated the electric cart (her words not mine) and how awful it was when she had to use it for over a year. She was really angry and aggressive about it.
I’m thinking “Holy Cow! Really? Okay. OMG!.”
I half listened and half smiled and did a sort of shrug and eventually, when l found an “out” of that discussion I said “I guess you just get used to it after a while.” I think she might gone silent after that but I’m not sure. This was all so weird!!! I was a little tweaked but saw my exit and positioned my cart to get out of there. As I was leaving she said loudly:
“I would rather lose one of my arms that use on of those things!”
Those words were horrible when they came flying across the vegetable case. I mean, I thought that’s not something to be saying so lightly but then, to lighten the weight of that burdensome thought, I immediately said to myself:
“Obviously NOT a quilter!”
I eventually got away from her but I had to go back for my berries.