Having made yet another voyage to the land of shoppers, I was feeling strangely moved to comment. Sometimes you can go in for a box of cereal and a dozen eggs and come home with a whole bucket-load of thoughts as well.
During my formative years, I had many opportunities to answer that age-old question, “What is your most embarrassing moment” or some variation of such thing. I have no problem baring my soul in moments like these, I just need some help.
What context, please? Can you throw me a bone here, because I have so many to choose from…
Take yesterday, for example. There are a few constants in my rather pathetic life: groceries, rain, and a ridiculous need to be helpful top the list. So as I headed out of the grocery store for the second time in two days the blue skies had turned angry and it was pouring down rain all over the place. When I went to put my cart back, I thought I would help out the cart-return-guy who has one of the top-ranking thankless jobs in my book. SO, I pushed my cart into the next one, and so on, so as to make a nice little cart stack. Except that the little arm thing at the end was mysteriously open, so I simply proceeded to push the whole she-bang out the end of the cart corral and into the lane.
So, in the pouring rain, I had to go round them up again. Did I mention I had no coat? Or that cars were attempting to avoid the whole fiasco? Or that there is a slight incline?
Like I said, you give me a context, and I can provide.