Going to the grocery store is not my most favorite thing to do. In fact, it is pretty far down on any favorite things list I might ever compile. It is a necessary thing as we (the humans and fur babies) must eat and so to the grocery store I must go.
Part of what makes the trips to the grocery store so distasteful is the check-out line. As often as possible I use the self-check out, but even the self-checkouts can be a trial. I could go on and on about the various aspects of line waiting antics, check-out clerk ineptitude, self-checkout fails, and various other factors that serve to rankle one’s calm, but I won’t.
Ok, just one:
I was in line behind a mom who was balancing her ‘bux drink, talking on her phone (via Bluetooth), trying to corral her wandering toddler, while writing a check (yes, an actual check—but don’t hate, I do to on occasion, though I usually have it written long before getting to check-out) for her purchase of organic peas and Greek yogurt.
After the fact, one can find humor in such a scene. While in the midst of it, not quite so funny.
. . .and speaking of ‘bux drinks, I was riding shot-gun with daughter recently and we passed a woman on a bike. I know, you’re thinking, ‘big whoop Deborah’! Hear me out: the woman was on a bike outfitted with one of those rickshaw type covered child carrier carts, she had two tots in tow, riding along side of her were two older kids on sidewalk bikes…they were all in the street, a side-street with little traffic, but still…the street. The kids on bikes were helmeted, but the woman (I’m presuming mom) was not. And now you’re saying, ‘Deborah, what does this have to do with the ‘bux drinks statement you started with’. Well, let me tell ya, the woman was leading this caravan of kid-lets on her bike while trying to balance a ‘bux drink, grande I think.
The drink, not the action. The action was . . .well, thankfully no one else was on the street. I don't know how far she rode, though I do know she had to navigate a cross-street. . .
Beyond that, my week has been mostly un-eventful, except the recruiting (have I told you about the recruiting?) is done and someone has been hired. I have to check, but I don’t think I’ve told you anything about the recruiting…I’ll get on that after the weekend.
I get to see my young man on stage tomorrow. Wooooo Hooooo! AND I get an early birthday gift, daughter scored tickets to a Red Stars game for Sunday.