So I was picking up my daughter’s prescription from Walgreen’s, everything was going great. The lady behind the counter asked me how Meg’s surgery went and I gave her the 411. She told me the tech’s surgery went really well too and after a smile and a “don’t work to hard” I headed out of the store.
As I rounded the aisle, I had one of those I can’t walk moments, you know the one where your heal catches on the tile and decided to turn your foot like a car swerving to miss a squirrel. I went down on both knees, like a catholic girl being forced to kneel on a ruler, I tried to grab the rack on the way down however failed miserably. Extremely embarrassed I bounced back up like I’d just done a James Brown split and walked quickly out of the store.
I’m sure I must’ve been bright red. Luckily no one saw what happened right?! Well, except maybe the two cashiers who looked as though they were stifling their laughs. How could they’ve seen what happened? I glanced back over my shoulder only to remember there’s a giant mirror that goes across the entire back of the store. So I’m chalking this one up as the spirit moved me, even if it did come in the form of a pair of heeled boots, and gave me a little religion as well as a pair of bruised knees in Walgreen’s. ~grin~