A Little Adventure and An Award

Yesterday, everything came together perfectly at about three in the afternoon. I had finished gathering the items for Judy's box and had wrapped it securely with tons of packing tape. Good luck with that, Judy! So all that remained was to get myself out of the house and to the post office.



Checking my wallet first, I realized that a stop by the bank's ATM machine was in order because a few groceries were needed as well.

I don't know how it is with you, but I am such a homebody that I forget how to "be" out there in the great, big, scary world. As I was pulling up to the ATM machine slowly...I know how easy it is to rip off a mirror...don't ask...another driver roared up behind me and sat there revving her motor.

I went on about my banking business and tried to ignore the fact that she was sitting right on my ar$e and revving the danged motor. (Sandi, I really need to take some lessons!) Anyway, apparently, it was bugging me a lot more than even I thought because I started to drive off before I had responded to the "Is your transaction complete?" query. Yikes! You know where this is going, right? But, no, there were no fender benders nor did I get hurt. I just grinned at her in my most apologetic way while she grimaced back at me. I pressed the "yes" and scurried back to my car, hopped in, and slammed the door...on my seat belt buckle with a c-r-u-n-c-h.

Okay, one errand down, two to go. Off to the post office where all went amazingly well except for the fact that I had to write down everything that was in the box and when I asked if that little customs tag would remain on the package the post office guy said that it would. Ackkkkk! Don't peek, Judy!

Phew! Two errands down, one to go...off to the hometown grocery because, even though the prices there are sky high, the cost of gas is keeping me closer than ever to home.

So I picked up my oranges ($2.99), Smart milk ($2.99), whole wheat bread ($3.00), a pound of hamburger ($3.10), and a small package of shredded cabbage ($1.00) and headed for the checkout where two young ladies were manning the registers. There were long lines at both lanes, but finally I was next.

The young man ahead of me was cashing his paycheck and purchasing a carton of cigarettes for $11.75 or something like that. After his change had been counted back, my order was rung up and paid for. But the man ahead of me was still standing there counting his change.

He says, "Something's wrong here! This isn't right!"

The oranges, milk, bread, hamburger, cabbage, and I all sat there waiting patiently as the cashier turned her attention to the problem. Poor thing was so shook that she was having troubles counting back the change. She took the money out of his hand. Counted it. Set it on top of her register. Removed the check. Handed it back to him. Counted out the additional funds and handed it all over.

In the meantime, I decide that perhaps I can handle bagging my own groceries. Person behind comes up and takes my place in line as I switch to the end of the counter and fiddle with the plastic bags. Man ahead is still counting the money. Finally, he is satisfied and leaves. I am packing when I become aware of a piece of paper fluttering down — the check! The check is not in the drawer! I tap the cashier gently on the shoulder and hand her the check. Gee, I sure hope that her count was good at the end of her shift.

At this point, I can't wait to get home. Nothing nervewracking like that ever happens here!

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Another beautiful award was given to me by Pat @ Milli Fiori Favoriti. Thank you so much, Pat, it's a beauty and I will honor it and pass it along soon!