Damn! My chicken and ground beef never made it into my cart. The nice boy at the store who bagged my groceries didn’t put it in. I didn’t notice until I got home. Ugh. Now I have to go back. Unfortunately, the store I shopped at is down the street from the kid’s dance studio which is over 20 minutes away from my home. I guess it doesn’t have to be a major problem. The next time she has dance, I figured I would stop by and pick it up, which was Tuesday — the night before I wanted to make the meal with the beef. Perfect.
On the way to dance Tuesday night, I drove right by that ever-lovin’ store, not once but twice. It never occurred to me to stop in to collect my meats. What a shocker.
Wednesday morning, as I was getting prepared to get my crockpot meal together, I opened the freezer to extract my pound of ground beef. I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t laying right on top. It should be since I only went grocery shopping 3 days ago. So, I proceed to search deeper. It took me about 30 seconds before I remembered where it was. Crap! Poop! SHIT!!!! I really didn’t have time for this. It was going to be a crazy afternoon.
I stood up from the freezer with a dazed look on my face. I felt like I was hit with a stun gun. Wait. What happened? I thought I was going to be passing that store on Tuesday. Then I remembered that I DID pass that store on Tuesday because Tuesday was yesterday. Awesome. I’m an ass.
I know I already have one foot in the looney bin. But can’t I blame this whole thing on the store bagger guy? Yes, I think I will. I don’t think I’ll add this to the list of reasons why I should be committed. Oh and I hope my family doesn’t mind Chinese again.