I circle the parking lot looking for a spot close to the cart return. I edge around the corner and race to an open spot. I pull in, turn off the car, and take a deep breath. Twenty-five minutes until I have to meet the bus. I have my list.
I sling the keys into my purse, grab my phone and head to the automatic doors. I un-wedge a basket and roll it around the entry checking for a woggledy wheel and enter the den of temptation. Right away I see bags of jelly beans. Not the spiced ones or the fake, off-brand ones, but the good ones. They are only $1.00 a bag. I throw four into my basket. What a good price! I push my cart right past all of the cards, clothes, and spray bottles. I ignore the shampoo, the dog combs and the Aleve. Wait a minute! I could use the Aleve. I am in training for a 5K with my church group. I pick a large bottle and add it to my cart.
I glide past the movies, the baby clothes, and the little cheese graters designed to work on cracked heels. So far, so good. I enter the coffee aisle. Chocolate covered nuts are staring right at me. I think they would taste really good with coffee and pop them into my basket. I find the dark roast and toss it in with a bag of trail mix, cheesy crackers, and two boxes of popcorn. I consult my list. Ah, yes, juice.
I zip over to the frozen juice aisle and find Cool Whip. I get juice and two buckets of Cool Whip. “Cottage cheese,” I remind myself. I get to the end of the aisle and spy boxes of waffles. They are simply a necessity and the loaves of bread are actually ON THE LIST! All is under control. On the way to the cottage cheese, I manage to snag two roasts, two chickens, 5 pounds of hamburger, and a roll of breakfast sausage. I look at my watch. Don’t want to miss the kids’ bus.
I hurry through the dairy section, pick up what I need there and shove two cases of soda underneath. I peruse the list, look at my watch. Ahhh, dang it, dish soap. I reverse and head down the cleaning aisle. Really, how could I not get the bleach and laundry soap while there? It would save a trip. Hmmm…I could re-arrange the drinks underneath to add some toilet paper while I am here. After all, gas costs and my time is worth something.
Taking a firm grip on the basket, I head to the front. I spy an open checkout and screech around the back of the basket to make the turn into lane #47. I transfer to the conveyer belt as fast as I can. I am bent over, hauling the toilet paper out from underneath the basket, when my phone rings. I smile at the checkout lady. She rolls her eyes. Rrrriiinnnngggg. Rrriiinnngggg. I decide to ignore it. “Your purse is ringing,” she snorts – like it is a new joke. I raise my eyebrows to enjoy the joke with her. I continue to transfer stuff while digging for my phone. I scramble. Finally, I find the phone under the eggs and loaves of bread. “Hello,” I fairly scream as I place the last of the items on the conveyor belt. The checkout lady relentlessly “dings” my items across the lasers. It is my brother-in-law. I tell him I can’t talk. I jam the phone in my pocket and keep transferring.
With a final tap on her screen, she says, “$296.37.”
$296.37? Really? I have only been in the store for twenty-three minutes. This must be some kind of record. I consult the list. Yes! The six items from the list were purchased AND if I hurry I can still make the bus.
Some days things just work out!