March 22 02:18 AM

A day worth forgetting

November 11, 2009
As I pick an apple for my lunch I am reminded of "the Saturday that was," happy it is now history. If I thought no one could identify with it, I would leave it history. But some of you have told me that there's a kind of comfort in knowing—when they have a bad day—that someone has been there before them. For that reason alone I let you in on the Saturday which should have been fairly laid back, but wasn't.

There was a memorial service for a friend at 1:00. Since I was basically getting nothing done at home, I made my grocery list, rounded up a few things to bring to a friend along with half a dozen pop cans to add to the ones which had been riding around in my trunk for a couple of weeks, and headed for Kroger's.

The weather was gorgeous. This deciding to get out and do something outside the house was a good thing, I thought to myself as I walked from my parking spot to the store.

The first thing to catch my eye was the apple display. Lunch apples, the sign said. 4/$1.

Quarter apiece, my brain ticked. Nice size, nice shape. I put four in a produce bag. I added four more.

About that time I thought, "Drats! I forgot the pop cans.

"Too late now—I'm committed—can't go out the IN door. I'll just have to finish this and load up the cans when I get finished—then come back in. Wait a minute! Are these 4/$1.00 apples on the list of 10/$10 buys? Should I have bagged them in two separate see-through bags so the clerk will be able to tally correctly?"

They weren't, but by the time I had figured that out I had dumped four out, dropped one back into the pile, retrieved it, put those four into another bag.

I went on my way, chatting with a few friends as I shopped. Not 'til I was fish-ing in my pocket for my clicker to open the trunk did I think of the pop cans again—at about the same second I realized my keys were not in my pocket. Frantically I checked both pockets, the lining of my

jacket in case somehow they had found a place to get through. I went back into the store, asked at the desk and at the check-out, retraced my steps, asked at the desk again, and finally grabbed at the opportunity to catch a ride with an acquaintance I had seen loading her groceries into her car.

By the time I got home, Mike had come in for a little lunch, and he took me back to check again. The clerk at the desk recognized me from before. "Not five minutes ago, a woman brought some keys she had found—in the apple pile."

So, next time you do something rather embarrassing, know you're in good company!

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