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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
such a Rachel-ish thing to do
This is so embarrassing that I almost couldn't blog about it.
Almost.
Anyone who's read this journal for oh, say, three nanoseconds knows that I am, well, not exactly graceful. And that's putting it really nicely. I usually manage to keep my klutzishness to a livable level, with only occasional embarrassing moments, which I hope I manage to have in separate locations most of the time, so that it's not always the same people seeing me make hideous writhe-worthy mistakes.
Which means that I think maybe I should never go back to our grocery store again. Can I move to a different town? Because tonight I dashed out to the store to buy a Cadbury Roast Almond bar and a bag of Jolly Ranchers (yes, as a matter of fact, I DO have a transcribing job I'm starting tonight), and some coffee and apples and a magazine for T. On my way out of the store, after I swiped the wrong side of my ATM card through the machine which was embarrassing enough in its own small way (I think a three-year-old knows which way to orient an ATM card in the swiping thingamabob), I was carrying my bag of groceries in one hand and sort of leading the cart out of the store with the other (because I'm not the high-maintenance sort of person who leaves the cart there at the checkstand for the prepubescent bagger to have to push outside), when the cart banged into the sliding door of the store and knocked it off its track. Not only the door that slides, but the stationary door behind it. And of course these aren't your simple little roller doors like you have in your shower or closet. These are heavy-duty whack-proof-except-when-Rachel's-around pieces of equipment. And I managed to, um, well.
That's right, people, I BROKE THE STORE.
(The one door went back on its track-thingie really easily; I pushed it back on right away. And the manager, a stock boy, and a customer with a screwdriver worked together to fix the other one, while I stood there with my very best "please don't sue me" look on my face. So it's not like, you know, I'm going to have to pay to replace it or whatever. But augh, I will have to shop there again someday, because while I actually like the owners better at the only other store in town, it can not be relied upon to have any given perishable item on any given day, and it never has fresh broccoli. I will never EVER live this down.)
Comments
HAHAHAHAH...LOLOL...hah, ha...ha. Oh man. I'm teary eyed. I love you, you graceful little ox, you. (Hey, don't worry about the ATM card thing. I NEVER slide it right. Even though there's a little photo of the card and little arrows showing which way to slide the card, I do it the wrong way EVERY time. I have no idea why! I'm totally ATM card challanged).
Posted by: jenn at June 29, 2005 01:37 AM
OH heavens. You are a bigger person than I am -- I totally would've run away, pretending like it wasn't me.
I can never work those card-swiper things. Like Jenn said, there's a picture printed right on there, but I overthink the picture and try to figure out what they REALLY mean and end up messing it up, almost every single time.
Posted by: mary at June 29, 2005 05:20 AM
Mary, the thing is that that would have been impossible. The exit is RIGHT next to the checkstand from which I'd just walked away, and there was this enormous THUD sound and augh. I'm thinking Tennessee would be nice...
Posted by: Rachel at June 29, 2005 07:31 AM
How about Georgia?
That's classic. It's only worse if you're, like, in high school and everyone is watching (take it from someone who has managed to fall UP THE STAIRS--that's right, not down, UP).
Did you see the movie Sliding Doors? What if we'd chatted for just a couple more minutes before you left for the store? What if I could have spared you the humiliation just by talking a few moments longer? Oh, the HUMANITY!
Posted by: Kristen at June 29, 2005 02:34 PM
I LOVE THAT MOVIE...Sliding Doors. I trip upstairs all the time Kristen! I thought I was the only one who did that.
Posted by: jenn at June 29, 2005 06:39 PM
Nope, you are not alone. :)
Posted by: Kristen at June 29, 2005 07:03 PM
