If you saw a mom briskly walking up and down the aisles of your grocery store on Sunday, sweetly trying to soothe her son with only a twinge of panic in her voice and moving around items without picking anything up. That was me... thank you for not pointing and laughing.
On Sunday, about 10 hours prior to M.'s scheduled arrival home from Vegas. I lost my car keys in the grocery store. This after a relatively pleasant and uneventful weekend. Perhaps I was feeling too bullish and the fates were putting me in my place. Who knows, but there I was -- keys missing in the 80 million square feet of meat, produce, and consumer packaged goods.
Despite the best efforts of half of the staff, they appeared to be gone forever. Vanished o that place generally set aside for single socks, tennis shoes, driver's licenses and contact lenses.
Butterbean had just started fussing when we reached the checkout line and as I finished paying, I had the horrible realization that I didn't have any car keys. One baby, a cart full of food and stuff, wallet, cell phone and no keys. It didn't make sense to call AAA (they weren't in the car), I tried to reach the nanny (who has a key) but wasn't about to leave a message for fear of constant silent mocking... I was about to call a cab when the lady behind the customer service desk brought them over to me. Apparently someone had found them, finished their shopping, checked out and then handed them in.
Thank you, whoever you are... and I don't mean to seem ungrateful, because I am...
But when you find someone's car keys in the store and hear an announcement about a missing set of keys, just go ahead and assume that the keys you are holding are the keys in question. Take two minutes to head to the front and drop them off. My ulcer will thank you for it.
I also fell at that same store earlier in the day. It will be a humbling experience to show my face there again...
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