The floor has never let me down |
It was a day like any other day. A trip to the Children's Museum, fine food at Papas & Beer (you really should check it out), and Target. Well, maybe it was a lot of walking. Anywho... After buying up a quarter of the store, I go to check out. I hand the cashier a stack of gift cards to pay, not quite sure how much is on each card, thinking I would zero out the balances. Well, the first card covered my purchases (about $200). Curious, the cashier decides to check the balance on the remaining cards. The last card has about $1000 on it. Overjoyed by my luck of having wealthy benefactors, the lady exuberantly pushes my right shoulder and says, "You go girl!" This is simple act sends me flying to the ground. Maia stands up in the cart and yells, "You pushed down my Mommy!" I scramble to my feet trying to assure the cashier and others in line that I was fine and no foul occurred. I wanted to sarcastically say that that wasn't the type of balance check I was looking forward to. Instead, we left right away.
No stranger to making a fool of myself (read some of my other posts), I had to return to the scene of the crime. Okay, so it took me about a month to work up the nerve, but the point is: I went back. Plus, there was an addiction to attend to. I was somewhat worried when I didn't see that particular cashier on my first few return visits, but I can happily report that Sally has returned to her post. Still, I avoided her line.