Vitamin Water
You know, I was going to write this venting post about how much I hate waiting and the evils of workmen's comp and worry over my beau and his knee. But half way through I remembered an incident from last week. And I smiled and well... it's a better story anyway. I think you already get the gist of where my other post would have gone anyway. So...
We're doing the whole grocery shopping thing. How domestic of us. We like to grocery shop together, some reasons are practical... others have to do with entertainment. Like when we've barely made it in the door and John starts gathering bottles of Vitamin Water into his arms like a kid stocking up for hurricane season. Of course, one slips free... and crack splash onto the floor. Rescue Green Tea glugging everywhere. And there we are in aisle 2, heads swiveling as we look to see if there are witnesses.
And I swear, it doesn't matter how old we get, those 8 year old instincts are there. It's something I often love... and often think one of us may have to die because of. So, here we are... actual adult type things... dropping an armful of plastic bottles into the buggy and quickly steering out of the aisle and away from the scene of the crime. I was giggling. Like I was getting away with something.
We're actually turning into the next aisle when I say, "Shouldn't we let someone know... or something? I mean, someone could fall."
John shrugs this off. And me, being inclined to be lazy and move on with our shopping, don't see this as a life altering decision. I make a mental note to tell an employee if we run into one... a mental note that I promptly forget on the next aisle as John and I launch into a debate as to why Bisquick is stocked in a separate location from all other pancake mixes. Seriously, does Hungry Jack fear the Bisquick? Or is it Bisquick's choice to hang out with the flour instead of the syrup?
So on we move with our shopping experience. We hit the other end of the store and double back. You always have to double back. Either to pick up the deli order you put in... or to find those random products that you missed the first time around because they put them in places that don't make any bloody sense. For an example, please see previous Bisquick debate.
As we near the point that we began our shopping journey... there we go... we pass aisle 2. And heads swivel, we can't help it. We have to look. And there it is, a tiny green tea puddle.
My response: "We should really tell someone about that."
His response: "Would you look at that? Some asshole just made a mess on aisle 2 and just left it there. Someone could get hurt."
We both laugh and snicker.
"Seriously John, we should tell someone."
"Absolutely. And I would. If I thought I could deliver that line without laughing."
We're doing the whole grocery shopping thing. How domestic of us. We like to grocery shop together, some reasons are practical... others have to do with entertainment. Like when we've barely made it in the door and John starts gathering bottles of Vitamin Water into his arms like a kid stocking up for hurricane season. Of course, one slips free... and crack splash onto the floor. Rescue Green Tea glugging everywhere. And there we are in aisle 2, heads swiveling as we look to see if there are witnesses.
And I swear, it doesn't matter how old we get, those 8 year old instincts are there. It's something I often love... and often think one of us may have to die because of. So, here we are... actual adult type things... dropping an armful of plastic bottles into the buggy and quickly steering out of the aisle and away from the scene of the crime. I was giggling. Like I was getting away with something.
We're actually turning into the next aisle when I say, "Shouldn't we let someone know... or something? I mean, someone could fall."
John shrugs this off. And me, being inclined to be lazy and move on with our shopping, don't see this as a life altering decision. I make a mental note to tell an employee if we run into one... a mental note that I promptly forget on the next aisle as John and I launch into a debate as to why Bisquick is stocked in a separate location from all other pancake mixes. Seriously, does Hungry Jack fear the Bisquick? Or is it Bisquick's choice to hang out with the flour instead of the syrup?
So on we move with our shopping experience. We hit the other end of the store and double back. You always have to double back. Either to pick up the deli order you put in... or to find those random products that you missed the first time around because they put them in places that don't make any bloody sense. For an example, please see previous Bisquick debate.
As we near the point that we began our shopping journey... there we go... we pass aisle 2. And heads swivel, we can't help it. We have to look. And there it is, a tiny green tea puddle.
My response: "We should really tell someone about that."
His response: "Would you look at that? Some asshole just made a mess on aisle 2 and just left it there. Someone could get hurt."
We both laugh and snicker.
"Seriously John, we should tell someone."
"Absolutely. And I would. If I thought I could deliver that line without laughing."