I sat in my suburban in the grocery store parking lot, once again not sure if my bowels were going to let me go in and not sure if I wanted to anyway with it blowing rain horizontally. My fingers were already white and on their way to blue, even in my fleece gloves. I turned on the motor and warmed them up with the heater. I wondered how much extra gas I had gone through doing this all the time.
How much did I need the things on my list right now anyway? Could I just come back tomorrow? I was always coming back tomorrow. Talk about going through the gas. I wished that I had a nice, used, economical, little car. I love "Betsy Big Rig" for camping, hauling my kids (and half the neighborhood kids) and all their sports accessories to the BMX track, the park, the pool, the beach, the Rec. Center, the library....but she sure is expensive these days!
Back to my grocery dilemma. My prescription can wait. Coffee filters - totally out, but no biggie; even decaf is starting to mess with me. Bread - gotta have it. Fruit - totally out, need it. Something easy for dinner; there wasn't much in the house to conjure up a dinner with and it would have to be a quick and easy one tonight because the kids' school open houses started at 6pm.
The sharp pains in my gut persisted and so did the wind and rain but I decided to go in. I'd be quick. I hoped I didn't run into anyone I knew in this small town and end up having to engage in endless polite conversation whilst my gut rumbled impatiently.
I moved Betsy Big Rig to an open parking space closest to the door that was designated, "For your convenience, 15 minute parking for coffee customers" (Give me a break!). Then it really started to pour down rain. Was the universe trying to tell me something? If it was, I didn't listen. I pulled on my gloves, threw up my hood and ran into the store.
I was on a mission. My assignment: grocery shopping. My tactics: map out target supplies, commandeer shopping cart, remain covert, get in and out of there fast.
Inside, people must have thought I was in a timed shopping contest by the way I was racing through the store. I saw people see me coming and get out of my way halfway down the aisle (so much for covert). I might as well have had, "Get out of my way!" tattooed on my forehead (and a "Racing my bowels" sign taped to my back).
In the 'end' :rolleyes: everything turned out okay. I got what I needed, didn't see anyone I knew and got home without incident or accident. Mission accomplished.
Now, to get through 2 school open houses...