The other day I was at the grocery store because my kids are still into this “eating” hobby.
As I turn into the frozen food aisle, a man approaches and I practically jump out of my skin because you know how evil people always lurk by the frozen pancakes.
“Do you know where I find the Goya Sofrito?” he asks.
I’ve got to stop wearing a Stop & Shop name tag as a brooch.
“Umm… I have no idea. I’m sorry I can’t help you,” I reply.
“I’ve been married for 50 years. My wife will kill me if I tell her I couldn’t find it. She cooks with it all the time,” he replies.
“I really wish I could help you but I have no idea what Goya Sofrito is and it took me 15 minutes to find lemon juice in this mammoth store so I might not be your best hope.”
The poor chap goes on his way and I finish my shopping. And just as the cashier is ringing up my last item, I realize my purse is not in the cart.
Where is it?!
The man in the frozen food aisle! He distracted me and then his accomplice grabbed the purse. But now that I think about it, he seemed more confused than crafty and I don’t remember any accomplice or actually bringing my purse into the store.
I explain my predicament to the cashier, apologize to the woman waiting behind me in line and then hoof it to the car as much as I can hoof anywhere 35 weeks pregnant. I open my minivan and I immediately find…. no purse.
This is a problem.
I run back inside the store and explain this awkward “no money” thing, assuming that they will let me pay them in compliments because there is no way I’m abandoning all these groceries and coming back to start over.
But the employees seem to have their hearts set on actual money and simply put my groceries aside until I can come up with cash.
I call my husband and thankfully confirm that my purse is sitting on the kitchen table. I tell him that he needs to come to the grocery store as soon as possible.
He swings by with a credit card, I pay for my food and then I immediately turn around and see a friend from school.
“Man, I needed you 20 minutes ago! I would have forced you to pay for all my groceries,” I explain.
She is obviously depressed to have missed out on this unique opportunity but I head home before she can really communicate her upset.
Now I hate to think that this all occurred because I have that so-called pregnancy brain because it sort of irks me that pregnant women are always painted as so dimwitted.
My point is, this is not about me being pregnant because I’ve done plenty of dumb things when I wasn’t knocked up.
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