I am far from optimistic about things in life. It tends to drive my husband crazy. For instance, if we are going on vacation and flying to get there my immediate complaint is that all my luggage will get lost and my clothes will be gone forever. Has my luggage ever been lost? No. So why do I think that will happen to me? I have no idea but I have more than convinced myself that it will happen.
I think this way about everything. I look at it as thinking positive though because at least I am never let down. If we go on vacation and my luggage doesn't get lost then, Yay. Hooray for me! I can put a check mark in the "good day" box.
Where is this story going? Well tonight I ran a couple errands after dark to avoid having to get the girls out with me tomorrow to do it. I went to my usual, Hobby Lobby and the store. I know, you must be surprised it wasn't to the local liquor store and XXX video right?
ANYWAY, so I make my last stop at the store and because I am stubborn I insist on only carrying a basket around for my "few" items which always turns out to be the wrong choice. I am struggling to balance everything as I make my way to the register, but I get there and the nice sacker get everything ready for me to make yet another awkward trip out to my car because who needs a cart when you are awesome right?
As I am carrying way too many things I notice there is a truck parked right next to me that is running. As I walk/hobble toward my vehicle the truck is not backing up or turning off. My immediate thought is, "There is some murderer in that truck, waiting for me to get to my car and as I am struggling to get the 15 bags that I am carrying into the back end of my SUV he is going to grab me and take me somewhere to kill me."
A few years ago I seriously probably would have turned around and went back inside until the truck left because I would have been too scared to see what would have come about. Today my thought process went a little something like this, and I am not exaggerating at all, "Oh well. Let that bastard come at me. I will stab him."
Really Lindsey? You will stab him? With what do you plan on stabbing him with? And how exactly do you plan on doing that with 87 bags in your hands?
There are so many things wrong with this story. First of all, why was I jumping to conclusions when all I was dealing with was a truck with its engine running a little too long next to my car? Second of all, why all of a sudden did I think I was part of a gang and had a dagger at hand for such a situation?
What I did realize in the lengthy 10 seconds that this situation played out was that I think I am some kind of a bad ass, and that I obviously think I have a heck of a lot to live for. So if anyone thinks they are going to take that away from me then I guess I am going to stab you. Moral of the story - Don't mess me me. At least not at the grocery store.
The real moral of the story - Grab a cart.
Oh, and if you were wondering. The "murderer" in the truck was actually a woman who appeared like she was trying to warm her hands. Obviously she was waiting on someone inside while A-Holes like me were plotting on how they would stab her if she came too close.
Sincerely Yours,
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