I took a “fieldtrip” to Target today. Just to get out of the house was so nice! Bruce and I had just a little time to complete our short list. All the while, I’m scooting around in their complimentary electronic shopping carts/chairs. These are nifty!
Hopefully no one judges my car driving by my scooter driving. I can’t seem to master u-turns and sharp corners in these things. I got myself quite tangled up in the clothing department when my back wheel caught a rack of clothes and I began to drag the entire rack behind me.
At one point, I drug my boot leg out of the scooter and tried to physically get the scooter turned around right, but evidentially those suckers don’t move unless in gear. I was trapped in a solo game of bumper cars, and all that ran through my mind was You break it – you bought it!
Bruce thought my folly was hilarious. Thanks, Honey.
When I put it in reverse, it was heard all over the store. Seriously, it sounded like an 18-wheeler had pulled into the pain reliever aisle. At one point, I turned my head around and saw Bruce videoing me on his phone – Facebook Baby!
I think not.
Purchases in hand, we headed to checkout. Very short on time, I quickly scanned for the shortest line. I saw a potential checkout lane and zoomed (literally) toward it. I think these scooters have a secret turbo boost. Suddenly, a new, stealth like checkout opened up! Hurrah!
I looked up at the cashier and asked if she was open. Yes! I made a sharp turn to the left, then right, and I made it.
Bruce said, Man, you just cut off the lady behind you!
No…I didn’t. * awkward pause * Is there really someone behind me (too embarrassed to look)?
Yep. And you just cut her off big time.
Oops! I didn’t mean to! (The rule-follower in me wagged her finger at me in shame.)
I think it’s awesome! he replied. I’m proud of you!
He’s such a goofball. No, we don’t make a habit out of cutting people off in line at checkout. I just think my man didn’t believe I had it in me (whether I meant to do it or not).
I’m such a rebel.