Last night I went grocery shopping by myself.
As I was putting my groceries in the bags (yes, I go to one of those bag your own grocery stores. It saves us a few bucks, and I like to bag my own groceries. It’s a sickness similar to my love of all things office supply and my love of furniture with lots of little organizational drawers!)
So anyway, as I was bagging my own groceries, I heard an announcement over the intercom.
“Clean up on isle 12. Broken glass and liquid clean up on isle 12.”
And I was practically giddy with the thought that I (or my dear children) wasn’t the one responsible. I hadn’t even been in isle 12!
Isn’t that the truth!
i feel the same way in airports and restaurants. Crying kids don’t bother me, as long as their not mine!
I love bagging my own groceries too! I actually kinda dread when I see the store bagger come over to help me. Strange I know!