Blast it.
I went to the local “mega behemoth gigantic super” center store Saturday. I’m still shaking from the shock. I could kick myself.
I HAD to go. We were out of milk. The kids had guzzled it down during the week, and I really didn’t want to drive to the convenience store (creepy in there). So I drove the 3 extra miles to the “mega behemoth gigantic super” center store, TOTALLY forgetting that it was a Saturday. And a Saturday afternoon, too!
*screams of horror*
Why does every shop on Saturday? You’d think they’d hate the cologne-soaked crowds, the sweaty, dirty, screaming children, the bumper-to-bumper traffic. I know I sure do. I came home in shock. Get me to see one of the folks who work those Occupational Therapist Aide Jobs, I needed help!
So next time I get it in my head to go to the store on a Saturday, especially when it’s just FOUR WEEKS before Christmas, kick me. Hard. And pray that I get the message.
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