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Carol Perkins: Walmart Episode - A Day in the Life of Carol

A nearly perfect shopping trip, until she overused the child's part of the cart - everybody's done it.
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By Carol Perkins

Excited to get out after being snowbound, I rode along with Guy to Glasgow while he ran some errands. He left me at Walmart to do grocery shopping and was going to call with his location.

I leisurely strolled up and down each aisle, chatting with a few people who were out for the first time in a week, too. Not having very much to buy, I laid items in the child's part of the cart because it is easier to remove them at the checkout. Even though I had more at the top than I needed, I found room a carton of blueberries. Then I remembered I was supposed to get a small cheesecake.

I wheeled over to the bakery area, put the perfect little cheesecake into my buggy and whipped the cart back around toward the checkout. By then I had two missed calls from Guy because I accidentally put my phone on "mute." Almost immediately, I noticed purple tracks all around me. I raised my boot and there was mush on the bottom. "What in the world?" Then I saw what I had stepped in and mashed all around blueberries. One by one, they had scattered like marbles and I didn't know I had stepped on them. I looked around to see if anyone else was stepping on them, too.

Two workers flew across the aisle and picked up the scattered blueberries. "I am so sorry," I said several times. " I would help if I could bend down that far." As I walked off with blueberry footprints following me, I heard someone say, "What is that all over the floor?" Another person said, "That woman dropped her blueberries." I pretended not to hear the disgust in his voice.

Once at the checkout, the line was four people deep. I got behind the person with the fewest items. About ten minutes into my wait, there was a price check needed, so I moved to another line. It was going so slow that a nice girl at the self-check said she would help me if I wanted to move over there. When I made my exit, Guy was waiting at the door with the truck left running in the emergency lane. "Where in the world have you been?" I wanted to say Hawaii, but it wasn't a good time. He had to get back home for a business call and I had slowed him down. On the way home, I started laughing. "What is so funny?" he asked.

"I crushed an entire carton of blueberries with my feet and didn't even know it until I saw purple all over the floor." He shook his head. "Did you pick them up?"

I replied, "No, I made some blueberry wine and I had cheese, wine, and bread right there in the deli. Too bad you weren't there."

"Thank goodness I missed this episode of A Day In The Life of Carol."

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