The other day we made a trip into town to pick up some groceries,
a birthday present, card for a baby shower,
a few odds and ends for our next camping trip,
waffle iron, you know, the basics.
These days I feel very much like I'm trying to function on half a brain.
I can't remember anything.
If there is something I need to do or buy,
I had better be writing it down on a list, or forget it!
Literally.
This also goes for my ability to take notice of my surroundings.
Yeah, not so much.
I am usually so caught up in making sure that Kam is comfortable,
Sierra and Makenna are having a good time and behaving,
all while mentally trying to go through the million items on my to-do list.
Summer VACATION. Ha!
There hasn't been anything relaxing about it so far.
So . . . .
There I was, pulling up to the check-out stand.
I had found everything on my list.
Kam was still in a good mood.
Kenners and Sierra were behaving
AND being helpful.
I start unloading the cart. The very full cart.
Once I have everything out, the cheker politely says these dreaded words:
Just so that you know, this is an express lane.
I glance around to find the big "15 items or Less" sign.
Then I notice it. On top of the lane number on a little sign.
Yep. That's right.
The lane that I pulled up to, the lane without any customers
{at first},
was in fact an EXPRESS LANE.
For those with LESS than 15 items.
I probably had 150 items!
Of course the second everything is up on the belt,
42 older ladies with 15 items or less in their baskets form a line behind me.
All the while giving me the dreaded stink eye.
Go ahead, you know you want to join them.
