Clickety clack, clickety clack – that’s usually the sound of the shopping cart I select every time I shop. Don’t know why I always get that one cart that wobbles and clicks with every rotation of the bumpy wheels. It is a very irritating and distracting noise and people look at you funny when you continue to utilize the thing rather than selecting another. If there’s a crowd behind you waiting for a cart, you tend to seize the first one and get on with your foray into the wonderful world of Wal-Mart. Generally, I try each cart until I find a nice, quiet one, wipe off the handles with the anti-bacterial sheets provided and begin my adventure.
A few days ago I found myself at the usual “get a quiet cart” frame of mind as I entered the hallowed halls of Wal-Mart. Barring the cart line was a small number of residents from the local group home – I love those people and make it a point to speak to them. One gentleman pulled out a cart for me and smiled, “I will pull out your cart – here lady I got your cart for you!” I smiled and thanked him and began my journey. Not only did the cart sound clickety clack so that people stared – it made a clickety, CLANG, clack clack. Loudest cart I ever did hear in my life – it should have been retired. And – not only that – it was rolling crooked at a slight angle. About ten feet away from the generous, kind little gentleman, I decided to return the cart and get another. However, an afterthought came through loud and clear!
“No. keep the cart. If the man sees you he will be hurt that you returned it.”
I argued with myself and said to me, “Well, surely he will understand.”
I replied to me, “No he won’t. Keep this cart. He will consider it a rebuke. Keep the cart.” I kept the cart.
clickety, CLANG, clack clack
With every amused stare from the general public, I stood up straight and tall, held my head high and smiled sweetly knowing a sweet little guy from the group home felt good about giving his shopping cart away. I also sensed a little nudge of ENcouragement from the Lord that gave enough courage to endure the remainder of my loud, clickety, CLANG, clack, clack, sidewinder cart adventure. Jesus probably had a little laugh about this one.
First of all, this will NOT be a spiritual post. However, it was requested by a few that I blog about it, so here you go. I hope it makes you all smile, even if at my expense.
On Wednesday afternoon my Mom and I packed my 3 youngest children up in the car and headed down to City Hall to handle some business.
It was hectic, confusing, and HOT in the building. The elevators were small, just barely fitting my huge bus of a double stroller.
On my, oh, 348th ride on the elevator, I hit a snag:
The doors opened. The girl and guy inside the elevator slowly ease their way out. We’re talking snail speed. It was fine, I wasn’t in a hurry. But they looked at me like I was a greeter who was supposed to tell them which direction to go. You know, because the city hires women and let’s them bring 3 children under 3 to work with them… 😉
Finally, they were out of the way and I started to back into the elevator, and that’s when it happened:
I felt the door closing on my shoulder! It wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, so I moved forward… but not enough.
My left butt cheek was STUCK in the door and about 10-12 people were just standing there, looking at me like “What a moron”. Can’t say I blame them… But I literally had to PULL my rear end OUT of the door. I flashed images of the elevator moving and ripping my butt off. (I have an imagination, obviously.)
I’ve been sitting a little oddly since, but have been okay otherwise.
Oh, and I was there to get a zoning permit for the business license to start the online store we are about to launch on this site. Talk about being professional! Thank goodness that I quickly hit the “down” button right after and the doors opened right back up about 10 seconds later.
Talk about embarrassing!
No really, talk about embarrassing… What’s happened to you? Let’s all laugh at ourselves and just how silly we can be…