determined to cabbage onto some needed grocery items (and pup food), i set my plan to be at our trusty Wal-Mart no later than 7:30 this morn'. well, apparently some poor soul decided to have a wreck up on the highway, so my well thought plan didn't go into action til about 9ish.
i dislike goin' to the store but not coz i consider it an undesirable chore. i'm that annoyin' person who smiles at everybody & says hello. the one that helps the eldery and otherwise inferred obtain the high & low stocked items. the one that loads up their dog/cat food/bleach, etc... ya know, the heavy schtuff. truly i'm not anti-social. folks jest make me nervous, but i'm a big girl & can handle such pressure.
i'm perusin' the most pitiful of "fresh" veggies they've to offer. nope, no desire to buy beat up, shriveled onions, avocados, taters past their prime ~ aha! bluberries 2 fer $3, strawberries $1 each! now that's what i'm talkin' about! not shriveled or yet past their prime :) i spend 30 minutes goin' through 'em til i find the 2fer that's jest right and the strawberries with the most promisin' outlook of lastin' more than 2 days in the fridge. i've my baby spinach, arugola, and other various lettucy items. happy with my choices, it dawns on me that i'm almost outta balsamic vinegar, no crime, but while at the store...
i come around the corner cautiously as always, no near misses. all of a sudden one of the blueberry containers abandons ship??? what the heck? the lil darlin's are rollin' amok all over the place! i grab the container & start scoopin' 'em off the floor lest someone take a slippery ride. ask a cute lil "experienced" lady to wait jest a sec while i clean up my mess. she thanks me fer save passage. have all rounded up & back in their lil container and then to my dismay missed 2 and rolled over 'em. surely i've some puffs in the satchel, ah yes indeed! finished cleanin' up the mess, put the puffs in the container with the disobedient berries.
finally get to the checkout with a sigh of relief, whilst keepin' a sharp eye on all berries on board. there's a gentleman, his wife & a sweet lil baby girl about toddlin' size ahead. the fella was such a good dad. he was holdin' her in one arm while balancin' a bag of treats and unloadin' the cart all at once. and we gals think we've multi-taskin' down! was nice to see the interaction as she'd tell him, "no, this one" when he'd reach in their cart. he'd take what was needed and calmly explain why it was done over her choice, she didn't cry or throw a fit, jest said "okay, daddy".
when it became my turn, i reckon it was obvious that the one pack of blueberries had a hiccup along route (darned puffs gave it away, but didn't wanna get 'em mixed up). the lil gal who checked me out asked if i knew that it was there. explained the situation to her and she said "oh, i'll jest throw 'em in the trash - go get'cha another". told her that i couldn't do that, had to pay fer what i "broke", lol. 'sides, a good washin' & the birds'll be most happy.
twas thinkin' to myself, that wasn't half bad. helped some folks out. made a mess, cleaned it up. only spent 2 hours huntin' schtuff. what a pleasant experience! then i went through the last set of doors while exitin' & the darned thing fell off it's track :( once finally home & groceries unpacked/refrigerated/frozen/put away, i realized i didn't make it home with my chapstick, which was an essential coz i'm out......
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