I had planned to write a very serious post about parenting issues (don't worry it's coming! I know you're worried. Don't worry. Really.) and instead got distracted by things that happened at the grocery store on two separate occasions this weekend.
I was standing in line at a certain organic grocery store in the city. The woman ahead of me had placed her items on the conveyor belt, and the teller had stopped to tell her something.
"Just so you know, those cucumbers cost $7.99 each." She said.
I laughed out loud. I may have snorted a bit too, I'm not sure.
"Why are they so expensive?" The customer asked, aghast.
"Um... I dunno..." The teller replied, helpfully. "They're from Mexico, and they have this special coating..."
"Bargain!" I blurted. "They've traveled thousands of miles and they have a special coating!!"
The customer nodded at me with a sort of smile, probably hoping I would shut up now. She quietly asked the teller to please remove one of her cucumbers.
I was still laughing when I left the store.
I should probably learn to keep my opinions to myself.
A day later at another, not-very-organic store, I was grocery shopping again. On my way to get an insanely inexpensive cucumber, I wandered into the clothes section. Sidetracked, I wandered off to look at a sweater, then accidentally returned to the wrong cart and proceeded to walk half way across the store with it.
It wasn't until I went to throw a block of cheese in the cart a few minutes later, that I noticed nothing in the cart belonged to me.
Cue inward screaming.
My purse was on the other cart, and my groceries, and my hat and gloves.
I ran up and down aisles like a mother in one of those movies who's lost her child. Back in the clothes section, I spotted my cart. Beside it was a rather bewildered looking man who saw me approaching. I pointed him in the direction of his cart (hopefully), and quietly went on with my shopping.
How was your weekend?