 As you know, I am quite serious in my silliness about sharing that which is true with me. Case in point...The handsome and witty Mr. A. and I had wandered practically to the other side of the Universe to check out a locally owned grocery store! Locally owned. We were in heaven. Little did we know how wonderful their prices were, we were completely uninformed that you could find items there that one can only find in the eastern section of these United States. This did not resonate so much with me as I am a NORCAL gal and proud of it. For the handsome and witty Mr. A. however this meant that he could find a very special treat from when he was a little shaver in Philadelphia. TASTY CAKES. Oh the joy! The odd flavor sodas were located and chips with strange names and then there was the cans of Snapper soup. And just how many snappers does it take to fill a can of Snapper soup anyway? We were there for a very long time wandering each aisle. Sigh. The cart was full and I had stepped away to get some free range chicken that had not been fed antibiotics or french fries ever but had sat around in the delux condo like setting with the other chickens and sang Koombayah in the evenings. I innocently placed the chicken in the basket and went to locate Precious when I heard the unmistakable irritated voice exclaim..."EXCUSE ME! I believe you have my cart!" I froze in terror. I turned around to see a husband and wife staring/glaring at me. Perhaps even giving me the stink eye. I had done it again. Unbelievable. I had done it again. I looked in the cart and there was my chicken alright along with feta cheese and a box of Franzia wine. I don't drink and I do not ever, eat feta cheese. I'd rather eat sweat socks that have been in a gym locker for 3 weeks after a marathon. But I digress. I offered my awkward apology along with the unfortunate and irrelevant explanation that I have done this in every market, grocery store in the city and several states as well. I am a serial thief of other people's carts. I was hearkened back to being in the asian market in China town buying items for a delicious Thai meal when a small agitated Chinese man chased after me screaming the only English he knew which was "SHE TOOK MY CART, SHE TOOK MY CART!" My children were screaming and crying and asking Mommy why I stole the man's cart. Then there was the time that I was in a Fresh and Easy and I heard a clear English accent yelling. "Terribly sorry, you have taken my TROLLY!" I turn to find not only had I taken the woman's cart/trolly but she was in a motorized wheelchair as well. Luckily for me my beloved Mr. A. was there to soothe the troubled waters with just the right words. He approached the couple pleasantly and inquired ..."Is she at it again? I will be taking her back home soon!" Smiles all around as they truly thought I was out on a day pass.  It's a wonder I leave the house. Yea, these moments may be in some small measure why I am...P.S. HELLOOOOOOO Dallas Texas! LONDON! You are rapidly catching up with Woking and ByFleet! Greetings and salutations to Ivanov, UA. Also, so glad to see you Roswell, Georgia! I love Georgia. Welcome Japan! |
