Okay, friends, I have to blog about my morning trip to Target. Ruth and I were standing in the razor aisle of our local ghetto Target this morning (which is not so ghetto now since it has Starbucks). I noticed that I was standing in some sort of puddle. I look down to find that it was milk. Quickly remembering that Ruth had a cup of milk, I investigated her cup and found it was missing that little piece in the lid that keeps it from dripping. I walked out of the razor aisle into the main aisle to find a worker and let them know. To my horror, I look down the main aisle and there is a trail of milk as far as the eye could see. We had walked through about half the store. I felt SOOOO bad. Having no wipes with me, and based on the amount of milk on the floor, I was helpless to do anything. I found a worker and told him, then showed him where the biggest puddle was (knowing that he would quickly discover the trail). He assured me that it would be taken care of. In my embarrassment, Ruth and stealthily walked around the exterior of the store in hopes that no one who had to clean it up would see the pink cup of milk I was holding and figure out that it was our doing!! What a way to start the day.
Mom’s most mortifying moments September 17, 2008