I had to go to the grocery store today to get a few things before BestFriendWendy and family arrive on Friday. I’ll spare you the tedious shopping experience.
I was done paying and all the yummy groceries were stacked up nicely in my cart.
I was rolling the cart out to the parking lot when I suddenly heard a crash and felt, uh, wet, on my feet. I looked down and the six-pack of beer I had bought to boil some yummy fresh shrimp in had apparently been loaded underneath the cart and slid off. On to concrete. And exploded everywhere.
With the help of a very nice gentleman, I bagged up the bottles and rolled everything back inside. Blah, blah, blah…I got a new six-pack and was on my way.
However…now I smell like beer. And I have a business meeting in few hours. I’m thinking that a beer-smelling, pregnant woman is not the correct image to project in said meeting with some ex-colleagues.
[hic!] Whaddaya think?