Do you ever see those women (usually women) in a store with their arms full of products balanced up to their necks and wonder why they didn’t grab a cart? I do. I was one of them today. This morning, I took Savannah for her annual checkup and shots. The veterinary practice is in a huge pet store and when we were done I made my way to the collar and leash aisle to buy her a new set. I didn’t have a cart because they are all lined up at the front of the store and by this time I was half a mile away – heaven forbid I would have to walk back up to the front. An associate helped me pick out a new harness and matching (of course) leash. Actually, it’s very different. It’s basically two pieces of sturdy fabric linked at each end to make an oval shape. That’s it. Savannah stands with her front paws in the oval and I draw the ends up over her back and click them together. When the associate took it off the hook and recommended it, I said it didn’t have enough cute fabric. She retorted that cute fabric to me might not feel that good on a dog’s back and tummy. OK, I got it. Fortunately, she took the two items up front as I wanted to get some dog food. I grabbed a big bag and two small containers of equivalent soft food and, balancing them all in my arms, proceeded to make my way back the half mile to the registers. Suddenly, I felt Savannah resist and looked round. Yep, a nice big pee in the middle of the aisle. They have clean-up stations located everywhere. I put the food down on top of a pile of doggie cushions, grabbed a wad of paper and bent over. My bag had been slipping off my shoulder all morning but mercifully did NOT slip off in that direction. But my knitted hat slipped completely down over my eyes. I had put it on to save time doing my hair. I should have remembered that retirees get a pass on hair styling, especially before noon. I tried unsuccessfully to push the hat back up with an elbow as both hands were busy – one wiping, the other holding a leash. So now I’m standing there with a hat down to my nose and holding something like a smelly diaper. I somehow made it back to the clean-up station to throw away the wad of paper, picked up the food products and proceeded as planned.
I was behind a couple of people at the register so wasn’t close enough to put my products down on the conveyor belt. I pulled Savannah’s leash to bring her closer to me. She resisted and I looked around. Yep, a nice big poop in the middle of the aisle. I’m not kidding. I think the meds had affected her social niceties big time. By this time, I had torn off my hat and shoved it in my bag. Fortunately, I saw a rack of baskets so walked over, grabbed one, put it on the floor, and plopped the products into it. That was the first sensible move. Then I proceeded to the clean-up station, grabbed a wad of paper … you get the idea.
The motto of this story is: “Always grab a cart first!”