Wednesday on my way home from work I stopped by Target to pick up some dog food that was on sale. I love sales and love them even more when they are on something that we need to buy. I also had a coupon to go with this really great deal.
I honestly was looking forward to the time shopping and have a chance to refocus on my own life. I had just spent the day with two kidos who were projecting the stress of their families move by fighting. It had been a day of shoving, hitting, toy grabbing, and book stealing. Did you know that there are two ways to move to Africa? I didn’t. Did you know that both ways need the same dump truck to move? I do now.
Anyway, I needed to unwind. I walked into the store grabbing a cart while relishing the air conditioner, spent a little time browsing the sales rack, (found a cute pink top that looked good) and headed to the dog food. I found it right away, because of the great sale it had been moved to the main aisle of the store. I smiled at the store stocker working an aisle away from me and grabbed the 40 lb bag of food.
R-r-r—i-p is what I heard as all of the small, crunchy bites my dogs love started pooling around my feet and I was holding an empty bag. 40 pounds is a lot of anything and it most certainly is lot of dog food. It was up over my ankles and spread out all around me. The store clerk just stared, people were poking their heads out of aisles to see what the noise was, some sweet lady walked by telling me how sorry she was, a man told me I needed a pack of dogs, and I had too decide whether I was going to be embarrassed or look at it as funny. The latter won. The difficult part was trying to extract myself and my cart from all the food while a cleanup crew was called. I did have a moments hesitation when I went to grab another bag for my cart, because a repeat performance would have been embarrassing.