Roasted, not toasted
We had no list for the grocery store, but I knew I needed one thing: A Mother's Day card. I managed to find a cute one, with toast on the cover; the toast had a smiley face. The inside said something like, a toast to you on Mother's Day. Perfect. Not too sentimental, not super annoying, and mom likes toast.
We managed to find a quick-moving line, amazing given that down a little bit, the checkout aisles were pretty packed. The lady in front of us didn't have much, so that we quickly found ourselves at the register. It was my turn to pay, and I'd barely gotten my checkbook and everything out before we were moving, and I finished pre-filling the check out at the checkout stand. (...What an apt name for it, eh?) The aisle must have been closing, as when I went to grab the cart to pull it around for the next customer, the guy told me not to worry about it. Okay, fine; dad and I went on our merry way.
About an hour after we got home, I'm making lunch and in the middle of peeling a hard-boiled egg when I realize, oh crap, the card didn't come home with us. I ran upstairs to check the receipt to see if I was charged for it; no, phew. But that was such a good card. And, well, I kinda need to at least give my mom a card. I finish eating and say to myself, okay, I don't *really* want to run all the way back to Woodman's; let's try Walmart. I want to look for something else there anyway, so two birds, one stone.
And, of course, Walmart didn't have what I needed, so now I do have to schlep all the way down to Woodman's, on a Saturday at lunchtime, which is about as much fun as it sounds. Thankfully I at least know where the card is located, so it's just a matter of finding it in the display, and I'm pretty sure it's the same card I'd even grabbed earlier, as the card and envelope are slightly askew in the holder. I'd put it on this flat area of the cart to keep it nice, up by the handle, and clearly the checkout guy hadn't noticed it there. Had I pulled the cart forward for the next customer, I'd have seen it there, but since that didn't happen, well, card stayed at the store. Sigh. Oh well.
So now I'm back at the grocery store, and it's even busier, and since I'm buying just the one thing, I go to the self-checkout lanes. But there's people buying entire full carts of groceries there, even in the shorter area that's clearly meant for the 15-items-or-less crowd. Sigh. The guy in front of me didn't have much, either, and was the first to finish, so I quickly got on his lane, bought the card, and zipped home. The person two in front of me, with a cartload of stuff, was still in the process of bagging her items.
Almost done. Phew. But as I turn into my subdivision, there's some car stopped in the roadway, not at the curb, letting these two little girls out into the street. What are you doing. And they're not even going into the house on the same side of the street; they're crossing it. Like...why are you not letting them out in the driveway? Seriously? They're not paying any attention to the road and I'm trying to go around them and they're walking in front of me. The older girl quickly crossed, but the younger one, unsure of what to do, stayed by the car before finally crossing. Come on. This was an older guy, which almost made me think grandfather. Like, use your brain, keep these kids safe, and pull into the freaking driveway. If it's a divorce situation where your ex is all, don't come on my property, kindly say screw you in the interest of safety. This was not the brightest idea ever. Luckily the girls were okay and that's the important part, but when I'm already cranky I don't need help to get crankier, thanks.
We managed to find a quick-moving line, amazing given that down a little bit, the checkout aisles were pretty packed. The lady in front of us didn't have much, so that we quickly found ourselves at the register. It was my turn to pay, and I'd barely gotten my checkbook and everything out before we were moving, and I finished pre-filling the check out at the checkout stand. (...What an apt name for it, eh?) The aisle must have been closing, as when I went to grab the cart to pull it around for the next customer, the guy told me not to worry about it. Okay, fine; dad and I went on our merry way.
About an hour after we got home, I'm making lunch and in the middle of peeling a hard-boiled egg when I realize, oh crap, the card didn't come home with us. I ran upstairs to check the receipt to see if I was charged for it; no, phew. But that was such a good card. And, well, I kinda need to at least give my mom a card. I finish eating and say to myself, okay, I don't *really* want to run all the way back to Woodman's; let's try Walmart. I want to look for something else there anyway, so two birds, one stone.
And, of course, Walmart didn't have what I needed, so now I do have to schlep all the way down to Woodman's, on a Saturday at lunchtime, which is about as much fun as it sounds. Thankfully I at least know where the card is located, so it's just a matter of finding it in the display, and I'm pretty sure it's the same card I'd even grabbed earlier, as the card and envelope are slightly askew in the holder. I'd put it on this flat area of the cart to keep it nice, up by the handle, and clearly the checkout guy hadn't noticed it there. Had I pulled the cart forward for the next customer, I'd have seen it there, but since that didn't happen, well, card stayed at the store. Sigh. Oh well.
So now I'm back at the grocery store, and it's even busier, and since I'm buying just the one thing, I go to the self-checkout lanes. But there's people buying entire full carts of groceries there, even in the shorter area that's clearly meant for the 15-items-or-less crowd. Sigh. The guy in front of me didn't have much, either, and was the first to finish, so I quickly got on his lane, bought the card, and zipped home. The person two in front of me, with a cartload of stuff, was still in the process of bagging her items.
Almost done. Phew. But as I turn into my subdivision, there's some car stopped in the roadway, not at the curb, letting these two little girls out into the street. What are you doing. And they're not even going into the house on the same side of the street; they're crossing it. Like...why are you not letting them out in the driveway? Seriously? They're not paying any attention to the road and I'm trying to go around them and they're walking in front of me. The older girl quickly crossed, but the younger one, unsure of what to do, stayed by the car before finally crossing. Come on. This was an older guy, which almost made me think grandfather. Like, use your brain, keep these kids safe, and pull into the freaking driveway. If it's a divorce situation where your ex is all, don't come on my property, kindly say screw you in the interest of safety. This was not the brightest idea ever. Luckily the girls were okay and that's the important part, but when I'm already cranky I don't need help to get crankier, thanks.